38052 10:00-10:30 | Room 503 (5F)

Narrating the Self

Markus Heidingsfelder, Habib University, Pakistan

Our psyches inscribe narrativity into the medium of language to be able to observe our actions. By providing these actions with a story, we are not only able to simplify ourselves – and by doing that, establish a relationship to the world -, we are also capable of telling others ‘our story’, so that they can ‘read’ us. In other words: We are all storytellers when it comes to identifying ourselves (our selfs). In my presentation, I will first reconstruct what we call storytelling by looking at its form i.e. the selective mechanisms that ignore simultaneity in favor of chronology, to then look at the different possibilities of presenting simultaneity in a linear form. In a second step, I will focus on four key aspects of self-narrativity: a) the problem of isolating actions from each other, b) the paradoxon of self-observation, c) the general importance of narrativity in society, and d) last but not least the social conventions that licence certain narratives and prohibit others. Finally, I will ask in how far the new media technologies may have affected the ways of how we narrate ourselves today


Between Broadcast

A project around activist videos
Open Wednesday to Saturday, 12pm – 6pm

From 2nd June onwards
curated by Marianna Liosi and Between Bridges

“The selection of videos that I have proposed for Between Broadcast stems from the continuation of my research around spectatorship, the generative role of the viewer and their engagement through the mediation of technology.
At this particular stage I’m interested in the re-thinking of videos found on YouTube, visual accounts that have been posted by anonymous citizens and excerpts from broadcasting channels from between 2010 – 2015, whilst considering how the value of these videos can change over time.

I’ve chosen videos of pacifist collective gatherings, public speeches, empowering anecdotes as well as expressions of dissent that have gained thousands of ‘views’ and that have shaped my imagination of certain political events, episodes in which citizens have shown active political reaction towards an oppressive status quo. Situations that I feel I’ve experienced through the screen. These visual fragments – lasting minutes or just seconds – are still very iconic today and empowering for me and I remember them as crucial for describing an intense historical time or emblematic moment.

Subjective reports from personal perspectives that show various forms of activism in public which, thanks to their viral circulation through ‘likes’ and ‘shares’ across online social media platforms, have contributed towards the construction of individual and collective historical legitimization of such events.

I have invited Between Bridges to contribute their own selection of videos from YouTube that have made an impression on them, of images that have stayed with them over time and that they consider examples of activism.
How has our affection for these images evolved over the time? What kind of engagement do we have with them? What might this long lasting empathy produce? Is the act of remembering an additional form of circulation for these images? If so, what sort of collective outcome can it generate?” (Marianna Losi)

Every Thursday evening events:

2nd June, 7pm
Opening : Between Broadcast, An event curated by Marianna Liosi & Between Bridges

9th June, 7pm
Between Broadcast, An event curated by Marianna Liosi & Between Bridges
Film screening : Passagen (2005) by Stefan Constantinescu (62 min, OV with English subtitles)

Passagen follows uprooted lives of three Chileans who were forced to leave Chile in the aftermath of the coup d’état led by Pinochet in 1973. All three ended up living under Nicolae Ceausescu’s communist dictatorship, and in time, two of them decided to emigrate to Sweden, while one managed finally to return to his homeland. Through the protagonists’ shared experiences, the film touches on the distinct social structures in Chile, Romania and Sweden. A film about refugees, expectations, estrangement, prejudices and loneliness, as well as about the ways in which the past reflects into the present.

16th June, 7pm
Between Broadcast, An event curated by Marianna Liosi & Between Bridges
Film screening: Prime Time in the Camps (1993) by Chris Marker (28 min, OV with English subtitles)

In Roska Camp in Slovenia, Bosnian refugees, deprived of everything they owned, decide, with the technical help of a N.G.O., to put together a way to retrieve information. They create a television programme, equipped with all the elements to make it appear like actual Television: with anchorpersons, jingles, and pirating of shows that talks about them. Reflecting on spectatorship and self-representation, the film reflects on the attempt of refugees to emerge from the forced invisibility and anonymity and to enter the official chronicle

23rd June, 7pm
The EU referendum in the UK: Public screening at Between Bridges of the referendum results as they come in.

30th June, 7pm
Film screening curated by Yusuf Etiman. (Details to be announced)

Marianna Liosi (b. 1982, Italy, is an independent curator living in Berlin. Through her research she explores the aesthetics of social, economic and political dynamics, with specific attention to media, technology and the question of spectatorship in relation to engagement. She has curated exhibitions, film programmes, and workshops. Among them: Regarding Spectatorship: Revolt and the Distant Observer, Kunstraum Kreuzberg/Bethanien, Berlin (2015); Leisure Complex, Savvy Contemporary, Berlin, Germany (2014); When spectators work, workers observe, Kunsthuis SYB, Beetsterzwaag, The Netherlands (2014). She has recently published on the text: Human rights and the internet from a curatorial perspective: reflections on the show Regarding Spectatorship: Revolt and the Distant Observer.

Meeting Place
Workshop: Saturday, 11th June, 3pm – 6pm
Craftworkshop with 1+all

1+all is an initiative intended to integrate Refugees into networks through individual crafting techniques. Everybody is welcome to join and no experience is required. The aim is to collectively develop a shirt collection for a fashion show. 1+all provides it’s knowhow, techniques, materials and tools. In this workshop we’ll knit, stitch, crochet, cut out, braid, knot, talk and laugh.


Technology for Life: Media Workshop with Orangi School Children

Exhibition and Certificate Ceremony Friday March 11, 2016 at 3.00 pm sharp  

Venue: Orangi Pilot Project Office

A Project of Karachi Biennale 2017 in collaboration with Orangi Pilot Project (OPPOCT) and Goethe-Institut, Karachi.

In the three-day workshop Berlin-based media, art and open culture advocates Stephen Kovats and Wolfgang Spahn will help de-mystify digital technology, introducing youths to skills and knowledge based on the Open Source model. Both have worked internationally on projects aimed at community development and education based on the concepts of open culture, linking artistic methodologies with hands-on approaches to understanding technology.

This Media Workshop is a part of Karachi Biennale’s public outreach initiatives that hopes to engage a larger audience for art by reaching 20% of the city in next two years.

Orangi Pilot Project is a socially innovative project carried out in the late 1980s in the squatter settlement of Orangi Town, Karachi. Since Orangi was a squatter settlement, it did not qualify for government aid due to its “unofficial” status.  Because of this, people were left to tend for themselves. In 1987, OPP decided to start a microcredit program. For this they established a new institution, Orangi Pilot Project- Orangi Charitable Trust (OPP- OCT). Since then, OPP- OCT has been running a microcredit program, which has expanded its reach all over Sindh and South Punjab.

Workshop conductors Stephen Kovats and Wolfgang Spahn, skype session by Timm Wille.

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Stephen Kovats is a Berlin-based researcher and digital culture activist. In his community development and education work he promotes the extension of the STEM (Science Technology, Engineering and Math combined in Learning) agenda to include Art, supporting the notion of STEAM. Here the application of art, DIY culture and critical design play crucial roles in education, linking these to the sciences in order to support increased creativity in the realm of open innovation. Events such as the South Sudan #peacehackcamp ( and learning networks such as hackidemia ( for example, use these approaches worldwide to bring a new understanding of science and technology to students and creative innovators of all ages.

Wolfgang Spahn is a visual artist living in Berlin. His work includes interactive installations, videos, projections, and miniature-slide-paintings. He participates in numerous international exhibitions and is teaching interaction and interface design at the BBK-Berlin and the Universität Paderborn.

Timm Daniell Wille is an Open Source Hardware Activist, Mechanical Engineer for renewable energies, organizer & part of the Open Source Ecology* network, based in Berlin Germany.

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Yesterday Andy Warhol‘s superstar Holly Woodlawn passed away. In 2011 I was lucky to meet her in Los Angeles for an interview on Walk On The Wild Side. We could not possibly include everything she said in our documentary “Girls in Popsongs” (ARTE/RBB), but I was already sure back then that one day I would publish it in an article. For those of you who want to know more about 60’s counter culture and what Holly thought about Andy Warhol, Paul Morrissey, Lou Reed, Amanda Lear, and the other Warhol superstars, here’s the transcript of our conversation.

A friend of mine called me up at like around three o’clock in the morning and said: “Holly, turn on the radio!” I turned on the radio and there it was. And I said: “Lou Reed?” I had never met Lou in my life. So I said: “How does he know that I hitchhiked my way across the USA etc?” Then I went to the factory and I asked Andy Warhol for Lou Reed’s number, his personal number. He gave it to me and I called up Lou and I said: “I never met you, how dare you to expose me to these people?” He said: “Holly, you have the fucking … you have the biggest mouth in the world. Of course everybody knows you’re Puerto Rican, you’re cheap and you’re loud … “

Candy was one of the most incredible, beautiful … I call her the immaculate conception. She lived in Long Island with her mother. Basically we were all sort of misunderstood … gorgeous … we were fucked! We were all fucking gorgeous. Candy was exquisite, Jackie was loud, insane, and of course Joe Dallessandro was … well, he can speak for himself, because I don’t talk about people that way. But the song speaks for itself. As I said, Candy lived in Long Island with her mother and she was never comfortable with her body. Like a caterpillar, and then it goes to its chrysalis and then it turns into a butterfly – that was Candy Darling. But she was going through the caterpillars when I met her. But she did eventually become a butterfly. And then she died. I will never die. Jackie Curtis came from downtown Manhattan. Her grandmother owned a bar on I think 13th street in the lower East Side. I think ‘fuck’ is the best word to describe her. Do not fuck with Curtis! And she basically took care of Candy, because Candy was delicate. If you touched Candy she would like break. If you touch me I’d – well, I’m from Puerto Rico. So Curtis took care of the two of us. They met Andy Warhol and they did a movie called “Flesh”. I was living in Brooklyn with my boyfriend, they said: “Holly, Andy Warhol’s gonna make you a big movie star.” And I said: “What, you’re kidding, honey, you gotta go to Hollywood to be a movie star.” And Candy said: “Holly, you have to meet Andy. He’s so … he’s gonna make me a star.” And I went: “Candy, you’re sick.” Candy was the blonde, I was the slut. So there was me, Candy, Jackie, then Little Joe, giving it away, everyone had to pay, I’m not going to say another word about that. I think it speaks for itself. I never had sex with him and I never have paid him. But everyone else did. In other words: it starts with an H. U. S. Do I need to finish the word? T.L. E. R. Yeah. That’s why I don’t wanna talk about this, it’s none of my business. That’s his private business, you know. So much for Joe, ok? The question that everyone asks me is: Who is the Sugar Plum Fairy? I do not have an answer. I do. But the thing is, I never met the Sugar Plum Fairy. He was a dealer. But I never met him. At that time, in the 1970s, everyone was on drugs, everyone was speeding. That’s why Lou Reed wrote: Jackie is just speeding away, she was James Dean for a day. Actually she was James Dean for like a month. And then she crashed. And woke up a week later. That’s what happens when you do that stuff. Andy and Paul Morrissey made the three of us in the words of Candy Darling: goddesses. Three goddesses. But the thing is … in the immortal words of Holly Woodlawn – if I can say this to you – of course I can, I can say anything, I’m Holly Woodlawn: three douchebags on parade. In 1960, 70, you couldn’t say the word douchebag. But now I can say it.

And to me, when you say douchebag, it’s really, it’s sort of like I’m saying something nice. Unless you’re a real douchebag, then you’re a douchebag, then go flush the toilet. And honey, Markus, any question you ask me, I’m gonna turn it around.

The thing is, Andy was – oh god, I’m gonna out him anyway, it doesn’t matter – I don’t care, shoot me – Andy was dyslexic. When he was doing interviews, as opposed to me, it’s like: ‘Holly, shut up’, he was completely opposite of me. And that’s when Paul Morrissey would say, because Andy was camera shy, he invented Andy Warhol. He’s the one who said: “Put on the leather jacket, the dark glasses, and when you’re interviewed, since you have nothing to say, just go ‘yes’, ‘no’, and ‘You’re glamorous’.” And if you look at every interview that Andy ever did, that’s it. Yes. No. You’re glamorous. That’s what people ask me: “Holly, have you ever had sex with Andy Warhol?” I say: “WHAT? You gotta be joking.” Would you have sex with that? Let’s face it, Markus, Andy was not pretty. Need I say more?

Paul Morrissey made like a committment with Andy. He said: “I’ll make you a star.” Which he did. And Paul never took credit. He made Lou Reed, he made the Velvet Underground, he discovered them, Nico, Edie Sedgewick, all of them. Paul Morrissey – and not once did he take credit. When we wrote the contract we had to say: Andy Warhol Production presents. I mean now that everyone is dead and I’m the only one that’s alive – ha! – now I can talk and basically say the truth. But for like about ten years I couldn’t say a word.

Oh god … Amanda Lear is gorgeous. Flawless. Fabulous. And she’s … I still have what I was born with. Salvador Dali payed for her operation, for her sex change in 1970. Anyway, we met in London. We’re not really like friends, girlfriends. No, I never had sex with Amanda Lear, I never had sex with Candy Darling or Jackie Curtis – god, forbid – no, the only people that I have sex with are men that have money. Amanda … Markus, we all invented ourselves. I mean, let’s not lie to ourselves. I invented Holly Woodlawn. You invented yourself. We all did. When we’re like three years old, five years old, if we’re smart, we go: “Oh, this is what I want!” When you’re growing up, we have an option, you can go left and be a douchebag or an idiot or you can go right and be fabulous. I went right, even though I’m a left hander. And so did Amanda. That’s what we did. We have a choice. We made that decision. Of course we’re paying for it. Heavily. Amanda was unhappy in England. She met Salvador Dali, and Dali … please don’t get me started on him. He saw that she was unhappy in her skin and payed for her sex change and the rest is history. I never wanted to be a woman. Ever. My favourite question is, when people meet me, they say: “Well Holly, what shall I call you – he, she, it?” I go: “Why don’t you try calling me Holly. And then call me a cab. And a limousine!”

May 7

  • 7:30 – Conference with the Consuls General of Russia, Germany and France followed by an introduction by Markus Heidingsfelder (Habib University).
  • 8:30 pm – Apocalypse II (France)Schock (1940-1941): Desert War, invasion of Yugoslavia, Battle of Greece and Battle of Crete, Operation Barbarossa, Battle of Smolensk and Battle of Moscow.
  • 9:30 pm – The Unknown War (Russia)The siege of Leningrad: The siege of Leningrad continued for over six months. It was the longest siege of modern time and, perhaps, the most merciless one: over 600 000 people perished from starvation.

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When my American colleague gave me a pirated copy of American Sniper, he obviously felt obliged to point out that it was a “controversial movie.” A kind of warning, as it were. I don’t know whether he said it to avoid looking like a staunch American patriot approving of his nation’s military interventions in the Middle East—not a very popular position here in Pakistan especially, where we both teach—or whether he merely wanted to draw my attention to current debate on the film.

One thing is certain in any case: American Sniper is a movie. Moreover, it belongs to a very specific genre that follows very specific rules: the genre of the war film, not, say, the documentary film. Even if the boundaries appear to be increasingly blurred, as everywhere else in society, that doesn’t invalidate them.

I should, moreover, add a value judgment right off: In my view, the film is far better than the other war film of the season, Fury, which is dominated by Brad Pitt’s pudgy face and updates the theme of 300 to the twentieth century: a small, brave troop confronts certain death at the hands of the enemy’s superior numbers. A state of imbalance places the main role in American Sniper as well: here it is a single man who has to make the difference and confronts, albeit not directly, the enemies. Who lies in wait for them. Who murders them behind their backs—literally, since he often shoots them in the back. But perhaps we should be precise here: Naturally soldiers are not murderers, at least not from the perspective of the law. The poetic justice is that in the end the sniper is also killed in a cowardly way—murdered, in this case—albeit by a fellow countryman who has obviously been traumatized by the war. One could say the sniper is done in by war itself.

The shot in the back plays a crucial role in Fury as well: within the dramaturgy, it functions as a crux, turning the apprentice soldier into a real one. It is fortunate that the German who gets shot in the back is not only a wimp, who whines about his life in a very un-German way, but also kind of ugly. (Indeed, his physiognomy is strikingly reminiscent of the features the Nazi’s identified as “Jewish.”)

Eastwood does not just depict the american sniper as a cowardly murder from the background, as some critics have written: he was clever enough to show his hero in hand-to-hand fighting, thus attesting to his bravery and making him more sympathetic. A sharpshooter may not be a hero, as Seth Rogen announced on the occasion of this film, and the German sniper played by Daniel Brühl in Quentin Tarantino’s Hitler opera, Inglourious Basterds, does not seem like one to us but an occasional sharpshooter who is not too good for house-to-house fighting to support inexperienced recruits, is certainly suitable as a hero.

It seems plausible that the character of the sharpshooter could be a metaphor for the American war with drones. That becomes abundantly clear in the film above all at what could be called its climax: when Kyle kills his counterpart, the Islamic sniper. The animation of the bullet flying across a great distance is reminiscent of videos of bombs dropping, except that this bomb—the bullet—is moving not vertically but horizontally toward the enemy. There is no confrontation, no struggle. Kyle moves his finger, just as the gamers who are hired by the American military to control drones fire them by means of a “mouse click.” The outrage of the media at Prince Harry’s statement linking real killing with virtual killing—“It’s a joy for me because I’m one of those people who loves playing PlayStation and Xbox, so with my thumbs I like to think that I’m probably quite useful”—was a clear indication that the wild prince had struck a nerve, that is, had spoken all too openly about how modern Western warfare functions, including its recruiting strategies.

The director of Fury relies on the beauty of apocalyptically devastated, smoking landscapes of rubble: The film begins with a wonderful tableau and the contrast of nature versus culture in the form of black tanks vs. a white horse, which most certainly takes up the aesthetic of the likes of Leni Riefenstahl. Thus it is processing a paradox: an anti-Nazi film that wants to be Nazistic. The motif of longing for death contributes to this, with the difference that here it is the Americans who want to travel to the beyond. The director would have been able to achieve something if he had spent more time watching Zack Snyder to learn about choreographing battle scenes. For that sort of rigorous aestheticizing, however, he seemed to lack the courage his heroes show in the face of the Germans who die like flies. At least there is some sort of choreography of exploding heads. By contrast, Eastwood follows more American visual traditions: the aesthetic of Normal Rockwell, for example, in the flashbacks to childhood, but above all the grizzly, I am tempted to say masculine sobriety of the likes of John Ford.

There is no law against films that celebrate war; they would even represent a good opportunity to look once again on the connection between war and culture, which we in the West especially like to overlook. (On this subject, Heiner Mühlmann’s The Nature of Cultures, a study of culture genetics, can be strongly recommended). The mass media also like to overlook this constitutional connection, since it makes it more difficult to moralize nonchalantly in their reporting. Nor is there any law against films celebrating a sadist who enjoys killing people. That is precisely what Kyle seems like in his autobiography. Eastwood’s film lacks that honesty; it tries to transform Kyle into a character whose motive is not the pleasure of killing but love of his homeland—and I am grateful to the director for that, since I would have had a difficult time with such a film. It would have been transformed from an agreeable art into beautiful art, to borrow Kant’s old distinction. It would have resulted in the large distance from the protagonist that is categorically demanded by so many art theorists. If Eastwood had portrayed Kyle as a merciless killer of children, he might have perhaps succeeded in producing a work of art. But Eastwood is not an artist who processes beauty in the Kantian sense; he is a Hollywood director.

It was all those exploding heads in Fury that first got me thinking, for heads also play a major role in ISIS productions, the films of the opposite camp, which belong to a different genre—pornography, to be precise: snuff film. When Kyle and his American friends storm an enemy building, these heads are lying around on a shelf; Eastwood offers, relatively late, the reason why the enemies are “savages” who must be countered with zero tolerance, while the Americans stand for civilization. Much the same is true of Fury, in which the children the Germans send into war and the strung-up “conscientious objectors” function as the legitimization of war that ultimately convinces the trainee who is having doubts about it. It is an ancient distinction, which can already be found in Aristotle, who gave license to his student Alexander the Great to slaughter mercilessly by saying that enemies are merely plants. Just as one can mow a lawn, enemies can and should also be mowed down. There the barbarians, here civilization. The opposite side works with the same distinction: there the frivolous, immoral, barbaric West, here the strict order of Islam.

The terrorists have learned a lot from the USA, especially about the form of warfare that the American National Defense University has called “Shock and Awe”, which includes the bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki—not so much the actual material destruction but the mental effects the pictures of that destruction had on the enemy. (The United States is, by the way, the only country to have used atomic bombs in war, which should not be forgotten amid the uproar over North Korea and Iran.) The “image bombs” IS are dropping are as well not intended to “achieve strategic goals of limited extent,” as the military scholars wrote, but rather to “influence the population as a whole […], its leaders, its public.” American Sniper is a good bomb, and one that Eastwood is dropping on his native country. As the success of the movie with American audiences shows, it is clearly needed: it solves a problem. A problem for which Bush, Donald Rumsfeld, and Paul Wolfowitz are responsible: it transforms an unjust, evil, and dilettantish war into a noble and professional one. Into the war Brad Pitt fights against Germany in Fury, the Americans’ last “good” war. Eastwood pulls off the trick of contrast the dilettantism of George W. Bush’s conduct of the war with a professional film that makes up for that dilettantism somewhat. One could say that he accomplishes the mission. On the one hand, there was the ridiculous leading man and a bungling government that, despite countless think tanks and advisors, could not hide its fundamental amateurism—one need only think of the presentation of the photographs “proving” that the Iraqis were producing chemical weapons. On the other hand, there is another God-fearing Texan whose nonexistent eloquence even to the point of obtuseness is beautifully transformed in Eastwood’s film into taciturn honesty and uprightness, into the Bush that the Americans would have loved to have. This ‘Bush’ is backed by a highly, clever military organization, which is backed in turn by a wonderful medical organization, that accepts the veterans and cares for them, for both in war and in peace: “We take care of each other.” (This is the answer that Kyle, having returned to the civilian world, gives a wounded veteran why he, the great hero, is devoting so much time to them, the losing winners.) The rogue crusade of the Americans is presented as a just cause; corruption becomes morality; Joschka Fischer’s famous “I am not convinced” is turned into a quite convincing movie. Of course Eastwood can scarcely allow himself to dispense entirely with any discussion of the “greatest disaster in American foreign policy” (Madeleine Albright), but he does manage to respond to that doubt—in the form of two or three sentences from one of Kyle’s comrades on the front—with the shaking head of his main character. Not only that, this doubting soldier later gladly gives away his life for his country.

Everyone knows, even if only subconsciously, that America had lost the war on terror on the visual level at the moment it officially began—when the gigantic double phallus of the World Trade Center collapsed, the embodiment of Western potency. The enormous symbolic power of those images was clearly long misunderestimated by the Americans. One need only consult history, from the building of the Tower of Babel to the collapsing tower that represents the judgment of God in a set of tarot cards. In response to these images, all the United States could offer was the helpless, desperate bombing of barren mountain landscapes. Dilettantism on both the symbolic and the real level. Eastwood’s film at least corrects these symbolic dilettantisms. The director was clever enough to show the imposing images of the collapsing towers, which inspired the composer Karlheinz Stockhausen to employ the metaphor of “the greatest work of art of all times,” only very briefly, highly miniaturized on a television screen.

How did I watch the film? Not primarily as a critic. More like the way I used to, as a child, watch a Western: the slaughter of the Indians, the savages, was part of the game. I remember that I never wanted to be an Indian when playing Cowboys and Indians. But even as I child I asked myself why I didn’t. Because the stupid feathers, the whole feminine environmentalist outfit, couldn’t stand up to the coolness of the cowboy hat and the Colt gun belt. And because I wanted to be on the side of the winners, of course. That’s what games are about: victory is the preference value. It was not until the great Little Big Man, a real antiwar film, that I later switched sides to the Indians. It was hardly a coincidence that American Sniper draws this connecting line from cowboy to soldier, from one crusade to the next. Kyle rides the war just like he rides a horse in a rodeo competition. Yet, the Americans are not likely to pull off the triumph of genocide in this case.

I have not confused the real world—the real so-called terrorists, the Middle East—with the terrorists and Iraqi population shown in this film who, just like the Germans in Fury, are not enemies to be taken seriously; every shot hits its mark; sometimes I had to laugh at how unrealistically, even fantastically both films are in their effort to allow the viewers to experience the success of which they might dream as first-person shooters when gaming. In older narratives, such marksmanship could be achieved only with the help of the devil, who provided the marksman with magic bullets for the purpose. In Eastwood’s film, the gift of precise killing seems rather to be of divine nature (the Bible, at which Kyle never glances, is less a text than a talisman for him). Of course one can discuss the ideology underlying both films, just like its ideological opposite—and the depiction of its ideological opposite in the ideology of the West, and vice versa. But ultimately one should clearly distinguish between fiction reality and real reality even if the feedback between the two areas should not be ignored.

Postscript: It was not the Americans who defeated the evil Germans, as Fury wants us to believe. It was the Russians. Here again we see the astonishing efficiency of Hollywood, which one can hardly help but admire. If ever one could speak of a “propaganda lie,” the term could be applied here. For given the concentration of German troops on the eastern front, the Germans were extremely sparse on the Western front, so the fact that it is teaming with German soldiers in Fury is anything but accurate historically. But what matters is only whether this nonsense makes sense on the level of the narrative. In American Sniper, that is unquestionably the case. But I doubt that it will be able to rewrite history. It mainly has a therapeutic function, offering comfort and consolation to the American audience. Pure fiction—a fairy tale—couldn’t have done that. It is the construction of authenticity, backed both by the fact that the story is based on an autobiography as well as by Eastwood’s prosaic, documentary-esque, and conservative style, that serves this function.

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hi everybody,

I’m very happy to be able to show and discuss IPHONCHINA in it’s final version
at Transmediale Festival 2015 in Berlin.
the show will start on sunday at 6pm at Haus der Kulturen der Welt/ House of World Cultures. the version to be seen is in english and mandarin.

afterwards we should all have a drink together.
France seems to love my films from the very start on, so,
THE DUBAI IN ME will be shown in Marseille in february, and IPHONCHINA in Bordeaux in may.
I updated my website, and you can check all activities there.
I’m M and MOCRACY are now on vimeo:
hoping to seeing you here and there, and please comment.

love, christian