2001 Sept. 11th, Cheap Thrills, Chronos
A brilliant interview with Peter Mettler (writer/director), he provides vast context for Gambling, G-ds And LSD:
http://www.docuinter.net/en/doc_texts.phpshare
GAMBLING, G-dS AND LSD: an interview with Peter Mettler
07.11.2004
Both Peter Mettler and Mike Hoolboom visited this year's 8th International Documenatary Film Festival in Czech Republic to present their latest films (“Gambling, G-ds and LSD” by Peter Mettler and “Public Lighting” by Mike Hoolboom) Shortened version of their dialog was published in dok.revue – daily festival magazine. Bellow you can read the whole text.
Gambling, G-ds and LSD: an interview with Peter Mettler
Both Peter Mettler and Mike Hoolboom visited this year's 8th International Documenatary Film Festival in Czech Republic to present their latest films (“Gambling, G-ds and LSD” by Peter Mettler and “Public Lighting” by Mike Hoolboom) Shortened version of their dialog was published in dok.revue – daily festival magazine. Bellow you can read the whole text.
MH: Edward Said describes travelling as an act of abandonment, of abandoning yourself, even though you're the one leaving.
PM: Islamics say that while travelling, your soul travels behind you, an experience analogous to jet lag, which is heightened by film festivalling when you change environments on a weekly basis. Even though your soul hasn't yet arrived, you're already moving on to the next place and the next. Your senses aren't aligned with the environment and the further away you travel the longer it takes for your body to acclimatize. When I arrive at extreme places like India or Indonesia I'm shielded from events, presented with my expectations (agreably or in contrast). It's only after weeks of becoming familiar with cycles of sun and climate and the rhythms of the street that I start to feel I'm there, present in this place.
MH: The Odyssey is the ur-text of travel which describes Odysseus's attempts to arrive home. But your travel begins at home and spirals out, setting out to destroy, or at least re-align notions of what home is.
PM: There was a set list of questions I asked everyone who appeared in the film, including, 'What is your sense of home?' This question was also pertinent to myself. Home is where you are, being comfortable with yourself. It means not constructing experience through projection, but to perceive what's in your presence and allowing it to speak. This is paradoxical because encounter triggers memory, but there are degrees of disarming and receptivity as you attempt new discoveries. Travel doesn't free yourself from a birthplace, it reinforces who you are, events point back to you, because you're still the person who decides when to push the camera trigger, as much as you try to empty yourself out. Each response has a history.
The first time I went to a foreign place was Morocco where my sensibility changed, along with my tempo and thinking. I was eighteen years old and thought I'm never going to be like I was again, but sure enough I returned to Toronto and the old cycles of thought and perception come up again. But with a new filter of experience over them. One of the happiest times in my life was spent in Bali—the natural environment, the integration of creativity in the culture, the warm assurance of the people—it gave me a feeling of integration with other humans. When I came back to North America I had this very peaceful demeanor and laughed a lot, deep warm laugh. People made fun of me. I went to a festival in Athens, Ohio, which hosted a sophistication of thought and cynicism where being Bali Peter didn't seem to fit, it was too much of a contradiction. But in the end, maybe home is just where all your practical matters work out easiest.
MH: How did you begin organizing the film?
PM: I laid out four concrete themes to put in my back pocket as I went out into the world to shoot. Transcendence, the denial of death, our relationship to nature and the illusion of safety. These broad themes were never mentioned but remained my organizing principles (camera filters) as I explored four different cultures: Toronto, Las Vegas, Switzerland around the Zurich region and southern India. The film was making itself while I acted as a medium. I was the person carrying the camera and sound equipment, letting these events occur as they do when one goes on a trip. I didn't want to script the film, but to follow its unfolding. Film in this way is a process of living and catching things along the way.
MH: The first person we meet in Gambling G-ds and LSD is John Paul Young who lives here in Toronto.
PM: He was living with his parents in a house very close to the neighborhood where I grew up as a child. The river he took me on our walk was downstream from a place I'd run away to as a child. One of my early memories was leaving the shelter of our suburban family home and striking out on my bicycle past familiar borders, wondering how vast the world must be geographically and experientially, though I was just a couple of miles from home. It wasn't the reason I interviewed John Paul, but this coincidence laid a foundation for the film, this departure from home. Home is who you are—your habits and experience, and travel can offer the illusion of leaving that behind. But ultimately you have to return otherwise you're in a constant process of running away—running away from yourself. Addiction follows the same process: a denial, avoidance and escape. Our society is filled with things to distract us, to take us away from ourselves. The mainstream offers temporary pleasures that don't ultimately satisfy. Our neediness is taken advantage of by being sold more and more temporary gratifications which only seem to enhance the need further.
John Paul had found G-d, which isn't explored deeply in the film though it's touched upon. He's the first encounter in the film's journey, but almost all of the people I meet along the way speak about similar issues, what are they caught by, or use to find meaning, to give them a sense of self and importance and belief. Everyone I met reflected my own concerns and processes, I was using the film medium in the way that someone else might use a drug or the pursuit of science, everyone has their method of anchoring, sometimes the anchor is an escape, sometimes a way to be focused more in the present. One of the encouraging and binding elements of the film was to understand that we're all going through similar things, specific experiences can be very different but at core they're very similar. Though after the film I've had glimpses of other's understandings which are in a very different place, not similar at all, and that's disconcerting if not terrifying. You understand your understanding of other people, not necessarily the person themselves. It seems impossible to leave your own experience entirely, so how will you ever know if you're sharing perceptions? As you get older the world gets more mysterious, you think you've got it sussed around thirty and then you fall in love. Again.
MH: Were you often alone while gathering the pictures?
PM: Shooting began in Toronto where I live and have my gear. I travelled to Las Vegas and the surrounding desert for three months, living in a camper. Sometimes I quickly taught acquaintances how to use the audio recorder so I would have another sound perspective. In those three months I was constantly shooting, though not necessarily every day. Later I travelled to Switzerland which was similar to Toronto because I had a base there. India, like Las Vegas, was a very concentrated and transitory experience which lasted six weeks in all. I went there with two people, a camera assistant and sound recordist, because it's hard to move around on your own. The film travels were made over a period of two years, though shooting wasn't continuous.
Many scenes in the film occurred spontaneously, like the boy running at the end of the film. We were travelling on a boat and I saw him calling out to us. The camera was in a good position so I got down and started rolling. I didn't know where he was running or where the boat was going, I responded to the moment. His run ended up referring to the early scene in the film where I describe running away from home to another river (the John Paul scene), longing for something outside the familiar. I felt that in the boy and that's why it's the last shot in the film.
MH: What is the relation between John Paul and the man who crutches his way towards you in India?
PM: We met him in Hampi, a former kingdom with a lot of ancient architecture, today people live in the ruins of this empire. India up to that point had been intense and agitated, full of stimulation, which made me want something quiet and meditative so we wound up in Hampi. We went the day before and sat around watching people playing in the water and cleaning their clothes and sweeping up debris, local village life, when a man appeared dragging his body down towards the water to bathe. He could use his arms but not his legs, he had a bundle of clothes and a towel which he would throw in front of him, then drag himself towards it, and this went on a long time before he got to the water and started bathing. I was taken by him because it's rare to see an invalid in our streets engaged in an activity along with everyone else. He was integrated in that small society doing his own thing. I said to my friend I'd really like to film him but I don't think I could because it seems like voyeurism. She said no, he wouldn't mind. The next day we came back and I was shooting the temple area when he suddenly appeared in front of me, and started dragging himself towards the camera. I kept the camera running and filmed as he approached, it was like a meeting of different worlds through the fulcrum of a mechanical instrument. He was as curious about us as I was about him, and it didn't feel at all intrusive or sensational, like I was taking something I shouldn't. He was coming to say hello. While some find this scene difficult to watch, I felt it was important to have him in the film because he's another human showing some fundamental experience to us all. He shouldn't be separated because of his disability and his potentially disturbing appearance, but accepted as one of us. The voice-over used to say something about the difference between looking for something and just looking, where you become the observed, it's part of you and you're equal. This voice-over occurred a couple of minutes before and I took it out (the "you're equal"). It drew attention to poverty versus wealth, ability and disability, and I didn't want to highlight that. I wanted this person to look at the audience and feel a connection, but saying 'you're equal' takes it in a different direction.
MH: Unlike most of the other characters, he never speaks. Does that matter?
[purple]PM: It's a different kind of engagement, language wasn't something we could share, but that was part of what was profound about the encounter, how do you engage with someone you can't speak with? It's a prime example of understanding your understanding, in his case, it's likely that I have no idea what he's really perceiving. While editing I had an experience that underlined this. Martin Schaub was one of Switzerland's main intellectual film critics for years, an aesthete, eloquent and well read, and he'd become one of my best friends. One day he had sinusitis and the bacteria went into his brain and was starting to cause serious problems, so they had to operate quickly. They cut out part of his skull and cleaned the infected area of his brain and I visited him a couple of times in the hospital. His head was circular but there was a corner missing, the bulge of his brain was draped in skin. He sat obviously occupying a different reality different from the one we'd shared, but he recognized me and could still speak English. He spoke out loud as if in a dream, in apparently incoherent strings of associations he related to me, triggered by memories, along with other thoughts, not knowing who he was or where, or what was going on. I asked him if there was anything I could bring him when I came back, and he said yes, it doesn't matter what colour, but please bring me a gypsy. He kissed me on the lips and I asked him, 'A gypsy?' I think he'd always wanted to travel and live like that. It underlined our delicate states of perception of reality, having shared so much understanding over the years, then after the bacteria experiencing him as such an altered person. A couple of months later I saw him back in his home. The tubes had destroyed his swallowing mechanism and he had to be cared for all the time. He was more coherent, and the thing that disturbed him most was the year he couldn't recall, how he'd become disabled. One day last year he didn't wake up, he died in his sleep.
MH: Churches are sacred sites, part of a tradition which prohibits or restrains reproduction, but on the other hand, some churches function only as tourist destinations, no longer used for service. Your movie also turns you into a church pilgrim. Why did you go?
PM: I was told that G-d made an appearance in the airport district of Toronto, 4,000 people began laughing hysterically and fell to the ground in ecstatic stupour. It was in a church housed in a corrugated metal warehouse type building, and they announced it as the fire of G-d. It was right beside the Constellation Hotel, which I knew as a child, having dreamt about one day visiting its futuristic looking top floor lounge. I was exploring the airport district, and this became another thread of the film. Catching the fire was spread around the world, people fly into Toronto for a few days and stay at the hotel and experience G-d and take the fire back to Korea or Africa or Europe or wherever.
I had to talk to the pastor, the one who leads the ceremonies, and explain to him what the film was about. The film would juxtapose his church against other faiths and he accepted that. We put up signs saying if you don't want to be filmed, stay away from the camera, and also made announcements. This is something very personal that people are going through but they welcomed us, there were only two people in a room of thousands who said no. They were busy embracing an ecstasy and welcomed newcomers to adopt that enthusiasm. You actually do get a giddy, high feeling. Over the course of several hours the room brewed up contagious waves of quiet, hysterical laughter in anticipation of the climax of the night. They played rambling, rock-gospel music, and while shooting, it actually helped me move through the space, I was very energized and felt quite welcome to do anything.
The pastor had one stipulation: he wanted to see the film before giving the final OK. This was the only subject in the film that asked, and I was a bit worried, but they loved it, they said this is the best they'd ever been represented, they saw themselves as they were, without a slant one way or another. There are iconographic moments throughout, raising arms up to the sky or pointing towards heaven. A women at the beginning of the sequence talks about her vision of grim reapers harvesting at the back of the room. Of course some were going through the motions, wanting that high and urging it on as much as possible, self-consciously enacted rapture, instead of the genuine trance I saw for example in Bali. But the desire is genuine, and it's still a release even if you're play acting. It reminded me a lot of the techno-rave-ecstacy experience. The same relinquishing of self, identity surrender and group belonging. It's comfort and release to forget our problems, triggered in the rave by music and drugs, in the stock market by making money, or while making films and discovering something beautiful. We all seek the same experience in different ways. We are radically different, but fundamentally the same in our drives and motives and what we're looking for.
India offers a different perspective, full of representations of G-ds and deities and Ganashas and Hanamans and Krishnas. One man named Shiva tells a story in voice-over as you watch a pilgrimage ceremony. They fast and bathe in a particular way, preparing in a ritualized manner which culminates when they stand in front of a particular carving or image of a G-d. He explains what they do, they close their eyes, they look at the G-d within themselves. The deity is a trigger to look at the G-d within. They have an interesting term in India which is darshan, looking at a deity, which is also applied to someone like Amma, the hugging saint you see in the film. This witnessing of the divine is also called dashan. When I was shooting in India I became preoccupied with darshan as I looked at life around me, the invalid crawling towards the camera for instance, looking at G-d and self applied to everything.
If you're shooting on the street or making a portrait here in the west, people get nervous and leave the frame or look away. When shooting in India, people stare right down the barrel of the lens, once again I thought of darshan. Are they looking into that moment of recording as they look at a temple deity? I'd always thought that recording film had something of a holy moment quality to it, by the time you push the button on a film camera there's a lot of energy, time, and thought in that moment, even if it's spontaneous. The sheer cost of recording this moment in time that's going to be preserved, frozen and memorialized, available for review. That holiness is more profound in film than video because you can't shoot so much.