Tuesday, February 06, 2007

ThE WORLd OF JOShUA kANE: FEAR THEM !!!








DAY OF THE ZERO.

Shot entirely on hand-held video cameras, DAY OF THE ZERO is director EGON ROMSK’s debut feature, portraying the lives of two insane artists as they plot an act of vengeance against their critics. Day of the Zero is the name the two artists give to the fateful date on which they will carry out their heinous act of revenge, a day towards which they race inexorably throughout the film. The two protagonists, Joshua Kane (11) and Mister Zero (9) are obsessed with documenting their every movement, filming even the smallest detail in their well-executed plan. To avoid detection, they store their camcorder footage in a safety deposit box, ultimately requesting that their stored legacy is left in the hands of any major television network, thereby ensuring their posthumous fame. The video diaries include footage of the seemingly normal family lives of the 2 insane men (with both sets of families being played by the artists real families), and also make it abundantly clear the influence of media violence, depression, unhappiness and stress and causes for their intended murder of inartistic critics of their art. The artists are not to blame for their wilful acts of destruction, BUT SOCIETY HAS DRIVEN THEM TO IT.

A classic scene in this disturbing film is when Mister Zero stands in a corner of a badly lit room, shouting.


“ I am mister Zero, I will not be defeated. I have recently been told of
an ancient druid custom to ward off evil sound spirits. Tonight, two friends,
Penny and Farthing Black, and I shall dress up as potatoes and facing Ursa
Major; we will chant BUGGERBOYS, BUGGERBOYS, and BUGGERBOYS. Until dawn. Lets
just see what those blasted wind machines make of that!”


As Mister Zero shouts this message, we are given subliminal; images of giant wind turbines, naked women and various assortment of cream cakes. When Mister Zero has finished shouting. He turns from the corner and looks at the camera, he is wearing a mask that looks like Joshua Kane. He is wearing strange clothing and he starts to shake. He then urinates everywhere and then a close up of his mouth, oozing saliva he whispers.


“ I am unravelling like the loose thread of a skirt made of wind. I am
held together by hairspray and chocolate. I’m starting to stand in corners for
no reason.”


As Mister Zero tells the viewer this. Joshua Kane wearing a mask that looks like Mister Zero is crawling on the floor around Mister Zero wearing the mask of Joshua Kane. We hear him making strange sounds, sounds of whooshing. Whooshing. Whooshing!

Finally, after the violence of the revenge. The flashing images of sexual behaviour with young teenagers and the disgusting torture and murder of the art critics. We see Joshua Kane and Mister Zero sitting in a café drinking coffee and eating biscuits. They both turn to the camera and smile. Together they say:


“ It’s an interesting paradox, how an externally imposed fear can be such a
motivator, whereas internally derived fear so commonly causes paralysis.”


Egon Romsk has created a visually stylish film. Obviously influenced by David Lynch, but managing to be more bizarre, vague, bewildering, shocking, disgusting, confusing, violent and horrific compared to the works of Mister Lynch. If this film does not make you feel repulsed, disgusted and sick, then you are certainly one of the Code!


Review by KLAUS TURBINE.

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performance question.




Dear Mister Kane

When should we perform the play: ‘MISTER ZERO AND MISTER KANE – THE CHEESEMASTERS’?

Who should we cast as the ‘PERSON UNKNOWN’?

Where should the venue be?

Should we invite the Royal Family?

Should we wear bullet and knife proof vests under our blackness to protect us from audience hostility?

After the performance should we abuse and KILL the ‘PERSON UNKNOWN’?


I look forward to your reply.

Be seeing you


MISTER ZERO

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A LETTER FROM MiSTER ZERO




Dear Joshua Kane (3)

I have been reading your letters with much relish. Especially when there are young ladies in mini-skirts present in my little boutique. The pleasure is doubled knowing that they have no idea what naughty words I am reading, and what terrible thoughts I’m thinking. Sometimes, I leave the letters and envelopes tantalisingly within their sight.

Do I want to be found out? Please ask Kandy Kane for her vital statistics and a photograph of her would be nice, then I can plan for her punishment. Please say a fond goodnight to her for me, when you next tuck her into bed, gagged and wrapped in barbed wire. Thank you.

Oh, before I forget - if I may make one tiny request. I have noticed that you usually put your mask on and masturbate at about 10.30 pm. I f you could please do this a little earlier, maybe 8.30 or 9.00 pm, I would appreciate. It would be more convenient for me, and then I am able to pretend that I have been to the launderette, which closes at 9.00pm. Many Thanks.

On another note. The WORTHLESS are milling around. The PATHETIC are stumbling over each other. The HUMILIATED crouch in corners where the smell of PISS is strong. WE the FLOWERS OF CONFUSION hang their heads and wilt, as hope disappears over an horizon of concrete and blood.

I beat the army by being declared psychoneurotic. They thought I was crazy, when I filled in their forms, under RACE I wrote HUMAN.

The tertiary sphere is, at the same time partly aesthetic and fully the mediating force, which gives substance to the absolutes, but not the meaning.

Be seeing you



MISTER ZERO

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