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Apparat | ... | Self |
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Ólafur Arnalds | ... | Self |
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Scott Belsky | ... | Self |
| Robyn Carlsson | ... | Self | |
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Mike Cosola | ... | Self |
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André de Ridder | ... | Self |
| Bill Drummond | ... | Self | |
| Lena Dunham | ... | Self | |
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David Girhammar | ... | Self |
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Seth Godin | ... | Self |
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Zach Hancock | ... | Self |
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Keith Harris | ... | Self |
| Norman Hollyn | ... | Self | |
| Hot Chip | ... | Themselves | |
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Andrew Keen | ... | Self |
The digital revolution of the last decade has unleashed creativity and talent of people in an unprecedented way, unleashing unlimited creative opportunities. But does democratized culture mean better art, film, music and literature or is true talent instead flooded and drowned in the vast digital ocean of mass culture? Is it cultural democracy or mediocrity? This is the question addressed by PressPausePlay, a documentary film containing interviews with some of the world's most influential creators of the digital era. Written by Anonymous
I watched this documentary after stumbling upon it on Techcrunch. While it deals with pertinent issues and has a few important points to make, the presentation leaves more to be desired. The documentary keeps skimming through various people without actually giving enough time to a particular artist (with the exception of a particular Icelandic artist). What I was expecting was insight into particular phenomena through somewhat detailed case studies. Instead, what the movie offers is recurring commentary by people in the industry, journalists etc., which doesn't add significantly to what we already know. And there is something about the general flow which makes it come across as somewhat one sided and closed in. There isn't a narrator who is outlining the flow; there isn't an interviewer who would challenge some of the views; there isn't really any data or public opinion. The movie just keeps flitting from one person's view to another. The views themselves vary from being sometimes speciously authoritative to being completely clueless. And there are these montages of live musical performances thrown in, which again don't cover a particular act, but are just collages of scenes with some music playing in the background. The movie falls prey to some of the very pitfalls that it warns about; in an attention deficit world reliant heavily on technology, mediocrity in art is a very real danger.