Supersaturation and Cool Obsoletion | Ed Atkins’s Warm, Warm, Warm Spring Mouths
I don’t want to hear any news on the radio about the weather on the weekend. Talk about that.
Once upon a time a couple of people were alive who were friends of mine.
The weathers, the weathers they lived in! Christ, the sun on those Saturdays.
Ed Atkins speaks Gilbert Sorrentino’s (1929–2006) lines from The Morning Roundup, 1971, as a spoken chorus in his new film, Warm, Warm, Warm Spring Mouths, 2013 – or rather the computer-generated body/ (non)person/ puppet-protagonist of Atkins’s film speaks Sorrentino’s words. There he sits, alternatively at the bottom of the ocean, in pink non-space, in dark non-space and in torture room white-space surrounded by his incessantly waving hair, which grows on and on despite his ostensible death (his life at the bottom of the sea).