Don’t Escape from Chris Burden and Mike Kelley, by Alien from Spring Breakers
I Am Not from This Planet is a column where we give James Franco’s Florida-bred, gun-toting, big-bootie-loving pal Alien the floor to sound off on whatever he likes. For this edition, Alien breaks us off some knowledge with a review of Escape from Tomorrow and the NYC retrospectives of artists Chris Burden and Mike Kelley.
This Alien, ya’ll. You know how I do. I be out and about in New York, seeing things, doing things, and getting cultural. Know what I’m saying? Them things that interest me is pure art and pure cinema. So I’m gone talk about them things, if that be alright with ya’ll.
First off, let me tell you about Escape from Tomorrow. It is out in theaters and On Demand, but I bought the shit when I was getting my hair braided at the bootysalon on a bootleg DVD along with a pair of mismatched socks, a handful of Raisinets, and two sticks of incense. The movie’s all about Disneyland. It was shot there without the Mouse’s permission. But for some reason, Disney has NOT shut the movie down. It features a mean old daddy who is having one of them “emotional breakdowns.”
I knew the shit was gone be tight when I seen the trailer. It was in black and white and had these crazy effects with fairies, possessed eyeballs, and some dude’s head turning into the Epcot Center golf ball. Then I seen Mickey in the park speaking in that squeaky, spooky voice, all like “People come here because they want to feel safe!” The shit gave me goose bumps. When I first heard about this thing, I guessed that it would be a rough-looking mumblecore film, but that trailer looked arty than a motherfucker. I had nightmares after that trailer. I’m a gangster, y’all, and I was sleeping with the lights on and shit. It got so bad, I was worried that it would ruin Disneyland for me forever, and you know I love me so Minnie Mouse.