The obscure Russian "Necrorealism" art movement, which emerged in the 1980s, doesn't even rate a page on Wikipedia. Based on the video below, it seems to have been an excuse for a bunch of Russian guys to make low-budget zombie movies in the forest. Though movies without a semblance of a plot.
The "No New Enemies" site
offers this explanation of Necrorealism:
The slightly grandiose, academic name belies the fact that the movement was actually a small group of experimental-artists from Leningrad (now St Petersburg) who emerged in the 80s under the leadership of the artist/experimental filmmaker, Evgeny Yufit.
Having got their hands on a lavishly illustrated forensic pathology textbook for inspiration, their initial output was comprised of photos of themselves in zombiesque make-up. Then followed performances... events that passersby or passengers were guaranteed to observe with horror. Later they began to use film as medium, and established an underground film studio.
I was late to the party on this comic, and want to make sure you folks are not in the same fix.
From 1995-1999, Bob Fingerman's Minimum Wage
comic appeared in installments, and I never saw it, despite reading comics heavily then.
Last year a big hardcover omnibus of the series appeared, Maximum Minimum Wage
, and I still never caught on to its glory.
But then, finally, I got hip when Fingerman restarted the series this month, and I bought an issue that knocked me out, then went back to the hardcover collection.
Fingerman's themes and topics are a hitlist of WU obsessions, from weird sex to performance art, from drunken acts of idiocy to angry feminists, from decaying cultural standards to freakish nerds. All presented via beautiful artwork and laugh-out-loud storytelling. I don't think you can go wrong by grabbing a copy of his hardcover and following the new series.
From The Fort Wayne Sentinel - Jan 24, 1914:
New York, Jan 24 — Because she didn't like the tango, Mrs. Stuyvesant Fish hired its most noted exponents, the Castles, to invent a denaturized form of this dance. She calls it the "Innovation." The dancers take position 12 inches away from each other, look into each other's eyes, but never touch each other during the dance. Her guests on whom it was sprung were NOT madly crazy about it.
I found a picture on wikipedia of Vernon and Irene Castle
demonstrating what appears to be this No Touch Tango developed by them at Mrs. Fish's request:
Denise Poole is "artist in residence" on the Bournemouth city buses. As she moves around the city, she sketches what she sees. Not a series of sketches, mind you. A day's journey results in one sketch. If it looks like a bunch of squiggly lines on paper to you, then perhaps you're a philistine who can't appreciate art. [BBC News Dorset
Brave; running into a burning building to save a person or even a pet. Stupid; running into a burning building to save your Xbox
I wonder why the trailer neglects to tell us that the dog houses the reincarnated soul of the little kid's father, who croaked in a car accident. Read the synopsis
of the rest of the film to learn of its heart-warming tale of death, malevolence, vivisection, and heartbreak. A feel-good pic!
World War II tip for identifying the smell of tear gas:
"Flypaper simulates the smell of tear gas. More accurate reproduction of the odor is obtained if apple blossoms are added."
[via an eBay auction
Put 90 cows in a shed without good ventilation, add a little static electricity and...BOOM!
The shed was damaged and one cow was injured.