When I was an undergrad, my life was devoted to studying Post Modernism. Can’t say I ever got a good grasp around the concept but I was able to grope my way around the edges (thanks to all the Foucault I read). This was also the moment I realized I didn’t want to be a literature professor (although I still fantasize about spending my summers in France working on a novel with my comely teaching assistant in tow… but that’s another story).
In a more “pop” sense, I realized (I think) that a piling on of signs and signifiers cobbled into a pastiche = post modern and every filmmaker working since the late 60s is guilty.
But let us not feel bad. Without pastiche we wouldn’t have “in” jokes, Tarantino wouldn’t have a creative output and we’d never get this little nugget from my man Marty.
Tags: Scorsese