Kanley Stubrick by Mike Kleine
A loose sort of chaos takes hold on the impeccably dreamy “Kanley Stubrick”. To find a path in life requires a number of false starts, of odd occurrences and individuals who whiz by with only a night’s worth of words. With “Kanley Stubrick” it is not the beginning that counts or the end. It is the journey because the journey is always the least straightforward. For by editing out the journey, of how a person found success and failure, the entire story can ring a little hollow. However, all great things, mystical self-discovery types of things, begin with a missing shoe.
Everybody’s done it. The mundane the usual the regular in the day to day opens up into a close approximation of the real world. On the face of it all of it feels totally natural half-watching stuff on TV. Mike Kleine lets the hyper-specific over the mundane details of life serve an important purpose, that of poking fun of how obsessive-compulsive people can be over things they really care about. In this instance it is the exact airplane make. With this trigger all else is set into motion. Suddenly friends are not as great as they should be, events are not worth going to, and all of this change hinges on the ordinary. This feels very true to life. Upon asking an individual when they reached an epiphany it never comes from a dramatic event, more often it is from something they do every single day. A person could sit on their porch every day, for years, and one of those days, for whatever reason, they decide to move to Europe backpacking for years.
He leaves. She leaves. He searches. The search is one that feels endless. What He (He is never named always capitalized) discovers varies. A few times He almost seems to get it, to find a thread, a little note. Eventually though the search becomes overwhelming. Deciding to do something else takes a while, and it requires a level of solitude not previously seen by Him. People begin to reach out to Him instead of the other way around. He becomes fatalistic wondering about the point of things when there doesn’t have to be a point. People expect a certain level of satisfaction from their lives and it drives them crazy. Certainly that is the case with Him. His initial response to loneliness is to veer radically from one extreme to another. Elements of nostalgia flow into the mix as the 90s are remembered, the movies are replayed, and overall there is a cyclical element to the work.
Perhaps that is the most exciting thing about “Kanley Stubrick”. Everything moves at its own pace. Mike Kleine lets the world unfurl ever so graciously, with name-brands and existential crises and slight nods to surfer slang (the usage of ‘like’ is particularly wonderful) resulting in a world that feels very deeply loved.