Spiral Jetty at MAN and a non- recommendation

I can’t help feel the latest entry from Tyler at MAN on visiting the Spiral Jetty site is one of his most heart felt in a long time. Compelling enough to make you want to charter a plane to Utah.

Also interesting to read, on the other side of the wall, Todd Gibson’sreport back from the Whitney. Todd, who has also visited the Jetty site voices some disappointment with the items on display.

Of course you’ve probably already read both of those by this point in the morning.


I screened the movie All The Vermeers of New York last night, and quickly during viewing realized it was a piece that was not only not aging well, but was disastrously bad to boot. This is a story that director Jon Jost tried to etch out parallels between the NYC greed of the early 90’s and the decadence of 17th century Dutch life. The entire piece hinges on two characters who meet up in the Vermeer room at the Met. I loved this movie in my youth, but my youth was before living in New York City and obviously before knowing what makes a good movie.

There are painfully long, long shots that make you want to jump through the screen and enter the editing room to cut the editors hands off. There is an entirely “where the fuck did this come from” monologue from the male protagonist that after two minutes it was realized was taking place on one of the observation decks of the World Trade Center (that I still find unbearable to think about). There are unintentional comical scenes that take place in a broker’s office (that additionally go on and on) that remind you in 1990 there were no cell phones, Windows 95 interface or even in a room full of people shouting the same urgency that would occur now. The young female character lives in a described shit hole apartment that was larger and far more beautiful than anything I ever existed in while living there. A weird memory piece of a Manhattan I never knew. The best part of the movie is a bizarrely isolated, completely unrelated scene to the rest of the movie that features Gracie Mansion in her gallery as herself having an argument with an artist who is trying to get an exorbitant advance off of her. Weird, funny and completely not worth watching again! Full apologies to all those with me last night.

Footnote: If greg.org has not added it to his rental que yet, you might rethink it. That being said, it could bring on a curious wave of nostalgia.

Footnote II: But of course one of the last things I did myself when visiting the Met a few weeks ago, after seeing the Max Ernst exhibit was to return to the Rembrandt and Vermeer rooms there. I was so insanely tired that day.