Fear is a Warning and I’m Scared

“A Sucker Emcee” is the best, and only, “one man shows” that I’ve ever seen. The story was based on the life of muMs, how he grew up in the Bronx, his first flirtation with hip hop, and then his life from thereon: college, dropping out, loss, failure, success, more failure, more success. Suffice it to say, through rap and slam poetry, muMs led the audience though laughs and tears about the ups and downs of his life. There were two main parts about this performance that really stood out to me which made it unique and special: its simplicity and its personality.

Simplicity: in today’s media, everything is so grand and outrageously busy. That story isn’t true for “A Sucker Emcee,” where it took no more than a man, a musician, and a microphone to move an audience. Craig “muMs” Grant supplied the story while Richard Medina added the seamless music. The music was perfect, the sound effects that Richard added were perfect, and the 70-minute rap-poem was perfect. Other than the auditory perfection, the visuals were absolutely stunning. After seeing this, one might question “What visuals?” and that’s the point! Simplicity: all it too was muMs’ dancing, Richard’s comical acting, and the lighting. The lights really added to the mood of the performance without being overwhelming: when muMs was being extremely serious, there was a singular light on him; when muMs was sad, blues were used in the background: when angry, reds were used. Although many people probably didn’t realize it, the lights truly added to the experience that was “A Sucker Emcee.”

Personality: quality actors and actresses can we switched and swapped endlessly in most works of art, but not “A Sucker Emcee.” In this personal performance, only one man can perform without having to act or fake it: the story was muMs’ life. Everything he said was true to his life, and therefore every feeling he emoted as genuine and of great mass. Although another actor could memorize the rap-poem and perform it, it wouldn’t have the right effect on the audience because it’s not real. For example, when muMs spoke about his mother having Alzheimer’s disease, he stumbled and got teary-eyed. It would be fake and meaningless if anyone else used his story. MuM’s is an individual with an individual story: without him, there can be no story.

Unfortunately, this is the part of the review that no one likes, especially not the writer if they loved the performance: the flaws. Sadly, some of the audience, myself included, could not get the full effect of the performance: some of the jokes and allusions went right over some of the heads of the viewers. There was many references to old songs and artists that I simply did not get because I did not grow up in his era, nor do I know enough about the past artists to understand the jokes. Although these references would make the experience just that better for people who do understand them, they also make people who don’t understand them feel ostracized.

Simply stated, the pros overweight the cons tremendously, and therefore, I would suggest this performance to anyone of today’s era because much of his story is universal enough for people to empathize with. It was a fun performance that made you appreciate the skills of muMs and the point he got across to the audience: fear is a warning, and we’re all scared.

More like “The God of Money”

Albeit not originally set in New York City, The God of Carnage by Yasmina Reza is the epitome of the wealthy class in NYC. The lower classes have to worry about feeding their children, sending their children to school, not losing their job, not losing their homes. The upper class on the other hand? Oh they sit around, eat pastries and drink rum in the afternoon; they socialize.

In The God of Carnage, both families have more money than they know what to do with. The Vallons (Veronique and Michel) own rare, irreplaceable, and expensive art books. They buy tulips for the house and Michel owns rum from years ago. The Reilles (Annette and Alain) come from the same community and Alain is a big-shot lawyer. Without anything better to do during the day, these two families congregate to discuss the actions of their two sons: Ferdinand Reille hitting Bruno Vallon in the face with a stick and therefore knocking his teeth out. Although originally social and professional, this “meeting of the minds” is anything but so; it’s chaos, it’s carnage! After throwing up, drinking, random calls from the mother, and random calls from Alain’s phone, entropy ensues. One might think that it would be “couple vs. couple,” but it was more like “every man for himself.” Is that not the way of the upper class? There’s a great example from Stone’s Wall Street, when Darien leaves Bud because she’s used to being a lone wolf, out only for money and pride, not love. Each character switches sides regularly, and not only that, but each seem extremely dedicated, if not addicted, to their job.

Alain, one might say, is a workaholic, meaning that he can never, separate his work life from his home life. The same can be said about Bud. In the beginning of the movie, his small, cramped room has an unmade bed and a desk full of papers, books, and a computer. Basically, the only difference between his room and his cubicle is that in the cubicle, there are other men. Alain, even when talking about his son’s “animalistic” behavior, he can’t put his phone down. He constantly picks up, caring more about the lawsuit and media than his own son and wife. This, I feel, is accurately portrayed of the upper class: addicted to work yet they fret over the little things and don’t see the big picture.

Under the façade of wealth, power, and civility, the upper class in The God of Carnage, are mean, nasty, self-centered people. Wall Street is extremely similar. I hope that in some work, either a book or movie, will show the upper class in a good light, much like Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

Film: An Accurate Portrayal of Society’s Class Structure

Movies tend to make the social class structures even more rigid than they already are. Before I get started, I would like to defend myself and agree that there are examples against my argument: that there are movies that break class stereotypes and structures. Also, I will be talking in depth about the movies and their plot lines, so spoiler alert! Finally, I understand that I could’ve used examples like Wall Street and Taxi Driver, but I’m sure you’ve already thought about those examples. I want you to open your eyes and be able to connect other movies to topics like such. Now that that’s over with, let’s get started with some examples: Cameron’s Titanic, Aronofsky’s Requiem for a Dream, and Scorsese’s Hugo.

Cameron’s Titanic: Yes, the beloved love story of a street rat and a million-dollar-necklace-wearing chick. It’s basically Lady and the Tramp with humans on a boat destined to sink. Regardless, the examples of rigid class structure in this movie are overt. Jack, the hobo (in the literal sense of the word), gets a worker’s ticket onto the ship with a lucky (or unlucky) hand in a card game. Rose on the other hand, elegantly has her fiancé buy the tickets in “first class.” Although they fall in love (which is there to make the dry movie interesting for lonely people looking for hope of love), there is still a stereotype of rich and poor: rich control the police on the ship; rich get on the lifeboats first; poor shovel coal; poor don’t end up with the girl. Maybe next time you watch this movie, instead of crying that Jack became a human popsicle, you’ll cry at the fact that class structures have been around longer than the length of that torturous movie.

Aronofsky’s Requiem for a Dream: This is a lesser-seen movie than the blockbuster hit Titanic. Taking place in Brooklyn near the dying Coney Island, this movie is about three close friends and the mother of one. All are in some way addicted to some type of drug and some type of “high.” The main characters, all from a lower socio-economic beginning, end up in a downward spiral due to the drugs. Is this movie trying to say that the poor get poorer while the rich, in this case drug lords, get richer? That might be a bit of a stretch, but Darren Aronofsky definitely gives the audience a lot to think about with Requiem for a Dream.

Scorsese’s Hugo: Ah yes back to good ol’ Scorsese. You might remember Hugo as the movie that won a bunch of awards. Well, they were won with reason. The plot of this movie is a bit saddening, even though it’s basically a child’s movie. Well, it’s more like a child’s movie on the surface with darker internal adult ideas: loss of parents, scavenging for food, running from the police, alcoholic uncles. Hugo, the main character, lives with his alcoholic uncle because both of his parents have died. He does his uncle’s job for him, which is maintaining the clocks in a train station. He’s basically homeless, and lives in the ceiling of this station. He steals food and parts to fix his father’s automaton. Hugo’s story is more than an adventure; it’s a narrative of the lower class being put down not only by the upper class, but by the middle, blue-collar working class too, which can be seen when the toyshop owner swats Hugo away like an unwanted cockroach.

These three examples of class structures in movies alone are not enough to prove a point, but it is enough to help people become aware of the real, closer to home issues. These class structures and stereotypes affect everyone. Why can a prince marry a peasant girl without being questioned? Why can’t the upper class and the lower class blur the definite lines that separate them?

Art is Ambiguous

            Art, much like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Art is subjective: art can be anything. Art can be graffiti on the street, a painting in a museum, or a dance on a stage. Art to some people is not art to others because art covers such a large field of objects and works. In its simplest form, to me art is self-expression. Whether that self-expression is in the form of food, a song, or a movie, it is considered art as long as the artist enjoys creating it and viewers enjoy reveling in it.

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“Art as Idea as Idea” by Joseph Kosuth at MOMA

            Museums are extremely influential on what is considered art and what is not. Being a big fan of MOMA, I’ve been there multiple times, and every time I go, I am amazed that some of the exhibits are considered art. When I went this past spring, on the wall there was a definition of the word definition. Personally, I don’t see how that is considered art, but I guess if it’s good enough to get into a museum, then I guess I’m just not artsy enough to understand. I think that’s a major problem when it comes to museums: you “average Joe museums goers” (like myself) don’t always understand why things are in a museum. Why is that art worth a boat-load of money but the amazing graffiti on the street a block away is considered vandalism. There are museums for everything: modern art, historical art, European art, cultural art, even moving images, but I have yet to see a museum that has encompassed all kinds of art.

Art does not need to make sense. Art does not need to be in a certain medium. Art can be paint on a canvas. Art can be food on a dish. Art can be words in a song. Art is the transfer of an unwritten message between the creator and the viewers.

“Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.”

Oscar Wilde