what is this i dont even Genuinely sublime
From the abstract, pixellated preview picture you really don't know what to expect from this animation. There's a minimalism there that promises nothing more than a turquoise plane with two areas of black and a slither of red. The title too, conveys nothing more than a sense of confusion. What is my reason for clicking, then? Curiosity and intrigue? If it turns out to be as simple and uninteresting the preview image and title convey, then I have no-one to blame but myself for deciding to partake.
The start of the animation is a confirmation of the few expectations. Abstract colours in a blocky, pixellated arrangement that resemble a simple face. Music, which is also suitably simple, starts. Nothing prepares me for the sudden infinitude of space. The vastness is multiplied by the simplicity of the lone skier, who is but an arrangement of blocks in a massive cosmos. In one deft move, the animation has flipped from a unimpressive simplicity to the sublime. The lone skier rotates slowly, an almost graceful motion, towards the gorgeous aquamarine canopy of the atmosphere. He is held in place where the day meets the night; outside of time; ageless, unending.
Announced, spiraling flames begin to engulf the lone skier. The intricate detail of the flames juxtaposed with the inherent minimalism of the pixellated character give the flames a sense of beauty similar to the sudden reveal of the cosmos. One by one, the artist is bombarding the viewer with visual allusions that the viewer was neither expecting nor could have predicted. What will happen next? Why do I care? What is the magic of this animation, to keep me mesmerized? A faint whooshing sound grows in intensity, as if building up to some inevitable climax.
As if on a timer, the lone skier explodes. No apology is made by the artist for the unsympathetic abruptness of the characters demise, who instead continues to smother the viewer with a thousand copies of his own name. The comedic effect of this egotistical outburst, with it's brilliantly sudden timing, is excellent. I found myself in reels of laughter, laughter of the calibre whereby I unexpectedly bash my elbow on a solid surface, laughter that says "That won't catch me off guard next time!"
And then, the face again. A face that before said nothing, but now shows the look of a man doomed, the shocked expression of one prepared to fall, burn and combust all in the name of David Spade. A thousand times David Spade.
"well-meaning ineptitude that rises to empyreal absurdity" - M. S. Dworkin
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