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A semi-fictionalized documentary about a day in the life of Australian musician Nick Cave's persona.
Came in with no real relationship to Nick Cave or his music and loved this trip... It doesn't exactly enter F FOR FAKE territory, but it's just contrived and calibrated enough, with Cave openly musing about his fascination with narratives and instinctive need to embellish his own experiences, that it wouldn't shock me to learn that the "documentary's" only bit of truth – so far as these things go – is what I came in already knowing: Cave is a fringe rock star who spends a lot of time writing and recording songs. Maybe he doesn't live in Brighton, isn't married to a (stunning) woman named Suzie, doesn't have twin boys, doesn't see a therapist, and there's no team of…
"I am transforming, I am vibrating - I'm glowing - I'm flying! Look at me now!"
I used to suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. It's much better now - I'm miserable all the year round these days - and one of the ways I used to get it under control was to take photos and videos of grey, rainy skies. If I could take the weather that was troubling me and turn it into a matter of exposure lengths and f-stops, I could control it.
One of the many, many, many revelations of Jane Pollard and Iain Forsyth's new film about Nick Cave is that he used to do the same thing. Although Cave never struck me as the sort…
Nick Cave plays Nick Cave in a 'documentary' that at times seems to encompass larger cinematic proportions than you would typically associate with the genre. The film is presented as his 20,000 day alive since birth, 24 hours in the life of an artist, a husband, a Dad, a dreamer, a realist and a middle-age man living in Brighton. To call this a documentary is not really true in the strictest sense, regularly drifting into the fictional realm so often inhabited by its subjects songs.
Certainly if you are turned on by the idea of delving into an artists creative process, being taken into the confusing, restless mind that attempts to make sense of their life and world around them…
Memories don’t matter so much to me for I often tend to recall the bad ones: those in which I did something embarrassing or which are dominated by disappointment. Not that I am unhappy about the things I do, it’s just that the good ones fade much faster. Watching a guy recall his memories therefore doesn’t appeal to me as a concept for a ‘documentary’, especially since I’m not a Nick Cave fan per se, although this film fortunately centred on his latest album - Push the Sky Away - that I’ve acquainted more than the rest of his back catalogue. There way too much semi-philosophical mumbling that may work for his spoken-words style of song writing, but which, as…
When I talk about editing as a creative art form, I'm thinking of things like showing Nick Cave kicking the air, then cutting in mid-movement to his younger self completing the same move. Poetry, commentary and emotion in one cut.
This is still brilliant.
Now I will tell you how to slay the dragon.
20,000 Days on Earth is simply the feeling you get when something higher than yourself is levelling with you. Nick Cave, a being drifting around in the philosophical stratosphere at the dumbest of times, is an artist that I never expected to decipher, nor even appreciate. The trailer of this quasi-documentary suggests further impenetrable ramblings about 'Important Stuff', yet I can't imagine a more inviting and welcoming creation of random musings than this.
Tinkering with structure playfully, 20,000 Days's concept is slight yet expansive. Following Nick Cave's 20,000th day on Planet Earth (we can only assume he's spent many more days on other planets), it segues between reminiscing about the…
wonderful and entertaining pseudo-documentary, would certainly love something like this for every album release/milestone in the life of this under appreciated genius of a man.
watched this for my class on literature and popular culture. i don't actually like nick cave much, the way some of his songs are about violence against women - but this documentary/movie was quite interesting, the way it makes you think about fiction vs non-fiction and the blurring of the boundary between the two.
Angie Dickinson As Police Woman
There's a moment in this documentary's titular day - the title hinting at the film portraying the protagonist's (Australian singer-songwriter, composer and occasional film actor Nick Cave) 20,000th day alive- when an audio-clip plays with Cave's voice describing in turn the moment in the day he first saw his future wife, British model Susie Bick 'When she was walking in, all I had obsessed over for all the years, pictures of movie stars, images from the tv when I was a kid … came together in a big crash-bang' and all their figures who basically are of women (for example, indeed, Pepper Anderson), are correspondingly video-collaged to flow onscreen as soon as they are named,…
Het was fijn vertoeven in Nick zijn hoofd. Dat wel.
Ik vraag me gewoon af welke delen nu fictie waren (want die delen waren er duidelijk) en in hoe ver de waarheid zit in die fictie delen of speelt Nick Cave de hele tijd een versie van zichzelf. Vragen. Zoveel vragen.
Ik moet dringend meer muziek van mister Cave luisteren. Zeer dringend.
A documentary is not journalism. It doesn't follow the same rules and you can never be confident that what is on screen is a genuine moment, a recreation or a complete contrived visual representation. Because of this, there is no doubt to the idea if this is a documentary or not, it absolutely is.
Is it an honest day in the life of Nick Cave? Well... no. Is it an honest depiction of who Nick Cave is if you spent a day with him? Well... a little yes and a little no. Is it a philosophical journey into Nick Cave's mind and an adequate visual representation of his musings, wonderful writings, music and life? Absolutely. He is larger than life and a documentary that doesn't allow for that because it isn't "real" would be missing the real Nick Cave.
haters will say it's narcissistic
"In the end, I am not interested in that which I fully understand. The words I have written over the years are just a veneer. There are truths that lie beneath the surface of the words, truths that rise up without warning, like the humps of a sea monster, and then disappear. What performance and song is to me is finding a way to tempt the monster to the surface, to create a space where the creature can break through what is real and what is known to us. This shimmering space, where imagination and reality intersect, this is where all love and tears and joy exist. This is the place. This is where we live."
I'd give anything to…
In recognition of the release of Skeleton Tree - rest in peace, Arthur Cave
Nick hazme hijos.
These are the greatest films I have ever seen.
I will update as any that are worthy pass my eyes.…