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BOY by SSION (in Person)

  • Saturday, August 28, 8pm
  • Mercer Union, 1286 Bloor St. West Pay What You Can

Part of Summer 2010

A co-presentation with Mercer Union

Pleasure Dome and Mercer Union are pleased to co-present the Canadian premiere of Cody Critcheloe’s first feature film BOY. Combining nine separately shot but jointly conceived music videos linked together by segments of dialogue, mockumentary interviews and tour footage, BOY is a semi-autobiographical rock-n-roll musical centered around the Kansas City based music/performance group SSION. The evening will consist of the film, best described as Cody’s unique, D.I.Y., psychedelic take on Pop music, culture and art, but also a dance party with special guest DJ Critcheloe himself.

SSION “CLOWN” Official Music Video

www.youtube.com/watch?v=lW_tXgGrVu0&feature=player_embedded#!

Review: Boy by Sccion by Jason Harper

I became a fan of the Sccion between the cowsuits and the stripped-down punk. Prior the 2005 World’s Worth 7-inch, the band (which began ten years ago in the mind and in the crotch of lead singer and auteur Cody Critcheloe, then in high school in his native Kentucky) had dressed in animal costumes and performed its songs karaoke-style in front of projections.

With the that single, Critcheloe threw out the udders and brought in guitars. “I don’t know why anyone who creates anything would want to stick with the same format over and over again,” he told The Pitch at the time.

It wouldn’t last long. Though the live-rock combo bounced along well enough over primitive, punky funk grooves, it would prove to be a pupal stage for the next and thus far most fully realized version of Ssion: the deliriously catchy, unashamedly gay Fool’s Gold.

The performance art side of Ssion quickly exploded back to the fore, but before we get into that, it’s important to note that as an album, Fool’s Gold is superb. Working with local art-scene mystic and musical prodigy J. Ashley Miller, Critcheloe crafted ten tracks of awesomely sleazy disco trash pop. “It started out as us making a gay record,” Critcheloe told us. “And then pop trumped gay.” Two years on, it still sounds fresh.

So, that album came out in 2007, and with funding from the local gallery and artist laboratory Grand Arts, Critcheloe began work on the feature length film Boy. Structurally, Boy is nine Ssion videos stitched together with an underexplained plot about a boy’s search for his teenage love in the context of rock idolatry. It’s an ambiguously autobiographical portrait of Critcheloe, but most of all, it’s hella fun to watch.

Beginning, significantly, with an intoning of the word Whatever, it opens with a closeup on the fully grown Boy, heavily made up, no bristle of his trademark fu-manchu out of place, talking to an off-camera interviewer about how he and she (the female character, played by Shannon Michalski, is identified only as “the Woman”) were childhood friends who “used to get into trouble together.” Animation shows the two as fat teenagers driving around country roads and coming to a school building that houses the Church of Satan. With a $50 swipe of his mom’s debit card, the boy and girl become members.

The girl begins lusting after money and power and grows quickly into the Woman, a deranged, Russian-accented, pseudo-Fascist businesswoman. Meanwhile, after breaking free of his tyrannical Ma (played by an all-in Chadwick Brooks) the Boy stumbles through a technicolor fantasia of underground gay clubs, leather-clad punk bands, fireside rituals, brushes with debased celebrities and so forth to emerge as a Prince-like cult phenom. The Woman returns and, essentially, becomes Ike to the Boy’s Tina. At least, that’s my interpretation. (For the academic analysis, go to GrandArts.com and click on Projects: Current.)

The pleasure of watching Boy, however, owes little to the narrative. All the music videos that comprise the bulk of the film have been released on YouTube; if you’ve been following this blog the past year-plus, you’ve probably seen most of them — if not,voila. And what videos: patently bizarre, youthfully sleazy, totally gay and visually striking. Ssion creates its own iconography: the blacked-out, eyebrow-nose-mustache facepaint; triangles and pyramids and eyes ripped from U.S. currency; gender-deconstructing costumes by Peggy Noland and Ari Fish; cartoon mouths and eyes over private parts; Critcheloe’s sad eyes and raffish grin blown up huge, as if it could fill every corner of your gaze.

It would be a symbolic clusterfuck and/or inaccessible mishmash of artsy psychedelia if not for the fact that humor — usually in the form of undercutting, sarcastic jokes — jumped out at every turn. Case in point: I and the older, bearded, Mr. Natural-type-dude I was sitting next to about lost our shit when, in the middle of the freaky campfire dance in “A Wolves Eye”, the Woman appeared on screen and stuffed a molten ‘Smore in her mouth. Many of the jokes are feminist, too: in “Bullshit,” a zaftig Madonna pulls out her tampon mid-performance and hurls it like a stick of dynamite at a guy in the crowd who mouths the words fuck you at her; in one of the plot interlude scenes, the Boy tries to persuade a fortune-telling drag queen (DeDe Deville) to trade him a cigarette for his broken guitar, claiming that it’s been played by a lot of famous people: “Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Aretha Franklin … Susan Sarandon.”

I’d seen most of the music videos before, but only in five-inch-wide, grainy YouTube window. Seeing them on the big screen, I didn’t want to look away for a second. I know that sounds cliche, but there was at least one moment where I did look down at my notepad for a second and missed some sight gag that caused the room to fill with laughter, as it did many times last night. Appropriately, after the film ended to a partial standing ovation, there was a line for the men’s room.

Boy is a romp. You want killer beats and catchy hooks? It’s got killer beats and catchy hooks. You want artistic, conceptual shitz? It’s got all the artistic, conceptual shitz you need, bro.

And by the way, Ssion is an actual band. Ssion recently toured with Fischerspooner (who, by many accounts, got upstaged and have had songs remixed by Nick Zinner of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Glass Candy, Murderbot and others. Barring the film becoming hailed as a landmark piece of American art-house cinema, Boy, I expect, will fall into place as solid achievement in what’s sure to be a long, illustrious career, emphasis on the lust.

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