The Aluminum Fowl is a nice strange documentary about some bizarre rural and rambunctious Negroes directed by newcomer James Clauer. It seems junkie (or former junkie) auteur Harmony Korine has taken up the profession of producing. Korine with O’Salvation, unsurprisingly produced The Aluminum Fowl. Judging by its style, I wouldn’t be surprise if Harmony Korine dictated to director James Clauer what to do with the film. The Aluminum Fowl is certainly a project that has many of Korine’s odd but refreshing obsessions in it.
The black brothers featured in The Aluminum Fowl love chicken. They love chicken so much that they are even willing to comb chickens feathers while laying in bathtubs. Sadly, some of the brothas aren’t as keen on chickens and have them fight each other. Thankfully, due to the sometimes undecipherable dialogue spoken by the subjects of The Aluminum Fowl, the short features much needed subtitles. These subtitles come in handy as I was able to confirm that a young assumed mulatto stated, “Hell I’d fight anything just to see it killed.” These are profound words coming from a fine gentlemen that looks like an overweight version of Steve Urkel.
The Aluminum Fowl features a trailer park fight sign that seems to remember the brother skinhead fight featured in Harmony Korine’s Gummo. Like Gummo, The Aluminum Fowl makes it known that those that live in the impoverished South are extremely bored and have to invent dangerous activities for fun. Naturally, the brothers of The Aluminum Fowl have the same mother but different fathers. This brotherly biological diversity has created quite an eclectic family of brothers of the same mother. Being someone from a more rural area below the Mason Dixon line, I have met many different black brothers with different fathers. I recall three black brothers, all different ages, but all in the same grade. City fags from the North seem to lack a certain intimacy with the Negro than those from the South.
Instead of sporting bling, a young black man named Travis sports Aluminum foil so as to obtain trailer park playa status. Travis also knows how to ride a bike like he just stole it successfully from the local K-Mart. Trash burning also becomes a local sport and favorite past time of these abstract black men. These brothers really know how to take advantage and destroy their natural habitat for their own pleasure. May Jesus Christ give them a hand for their accomplishments.
The Aluminum Fowl is another example of art fags turning what would be considered the lowest point on American culture and turning it into art. The reality is however, the rural areas are where real culture (despite its “quality") exists and the city is where culture dies. Despite how backwards a southern rural area may be, it still has a sense of organic community and with that cultural fruits. From my experience, the city is a place of alienation and cosmopolitan materialism. It is no surprise that liberal “liberators” come from the cities as they don’t believe in culture. If they have the slightest inkling that culture may exists, their materialist ways seek to stomp it out. The world of Harmony Korine’s Gummo and James Clauer’s The Aluminum Fowl, despite their backwardness, are worlds where “culture” still reigns.
The black brothers featured in The Aluminum Fowl love chicken. They love chicken so much that they are even willing to comb chickens feathers while laying in bathtubs. Sadly, some of the brothas aren’t as keen on chickens and have them fight each other. Thankfully, due to the sometimes undecipherable dialogue spoken by the subjects of The Aluminum Fowl, the short features much needed subtitles. These subtitles come in handy as I was able to confirm that a young assumed mulatto stated, “Hell I’d fight anything just to see it killed.” These are profound words coming from a fine gentlemen that looks like an overweight version of Steve Urkel.
The Aluminum Fowl features a trailer park fight sign that seems to remember the brother skinhead fight featured in Harmony Korine’s Gummo. Like Gummo, The Aluminum Fowl makes it known that those that live in the impoverished South are extremely bored and have to invent dangerous activities for fun. Naturally, the brothers of The Aluminum Fowl have the same mother but different fathers. This brotherly biological diversity has created quite an eclectic family of brothers of the same mother. Being someone from a more rural area below the Mason Dixon line, I have met many different black brothers with different fathers. I recall three black brothers, all different ages, but all in the same grade. City fags from the North seem to lack a certain intimacy with the Negro than those from the South.
Instead of sporting bling, a young black man named Travis sports Aluminum foil so as to obtain trailer park playa status. Travis also knows how to ride a bike like he just stole it successfully from the local K-Mart. Trash burning also becomes a local sport and favorite past time of these abstract black men. These brothers really know how to take advantage and destroy their natural habitat for their own pleasure. May Jesus Christ give them a hand for their accomplishments.
The Aluminum Fowl is another example of art fags turning what would be considered the lowest point on American culture and turning it into art. The reality is however, the rural areas are where real culture (despite its “quality") exists and the city is where culture dies. Despite how backwards a southern rural area may be, it still has a sense of organic community and with that cultural fruits. From my experience, the city is a place of alienation and cosmopolitan materialism. It is no surprise that liberal “liberators” come from the cities as they don’t believe in culture. If they have the slightest inkling that culture may exists, their materialist ways seek to stomp it out. The world of Harmony Korine’s Gummo and James Clauer’s The Aluminum Fowl, despite their backwardness, are worlds where “culture” still reigns.
-Ty E
First thanks for your writing, you bring many good films to my attention that I wouldn't have found otherwise. Its mainly finds like this this that keep me reading. I'm currently stuck in an extremely poor town in the south (but I got the internet and a seriously lousy job as a night janitor) and I can relate with this movie (nabbed my idea of having the sounds of cicadas, I can't wait for summer this year) and your comments about whites and blacks being closer than city fags. A place I should document on digital video is West Memphis Arkansas, which is the most surreal and awesome place I have ever been to, many times over. Its movies like this that let me know I should document my surroundings and I kick myself for not doing it earlier in life.
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