I just watched some kids doing their own terrible short gangster movie, a guy playing along to jazz on the sax in what appeared to be a music shop, an American dude interviewing himself about his love of Liverpool FC and 14 seconds of a car exhaust for no reason. It’s weird and mundane and I have no idea why but I can’t stop clicking to see what’s next.
There’s something uncomfortably voyeuristic about this actually. That Liverpool guys video has 1 hit from me currently. I think I love him though, and he did at least rope some mates in to make it like a homemade documentary.
I think for maximum effect I might turn the sound off and listen to Nine Inch Nails and between each clip announce in my best Adam Curtis voice, “but there was a problem. The people in charge had lost control of their narrative.”