Part of Fall 2002
If by some quirkily gaping omission you haven’t yet heard of Steve Reinke, welcome to Toronto. The man for whom a hundred videos weren’t nearly enough is back in town, for one night only (it’s busy work being an international art star), to present a double programme of video work old and new, seen and unseen.
Fans of Reinke’s unsurpassable airy-academic wordslinging – the lovechild of Woody Allen and William F. Buckley – will not be disappointed. And those who credit his galling prolificacy to that same motormouth penchant will find their accusation’s disproof here; between the cracks of the imitation-spawning nose-thumbing random-imagery aesthetic you will find prolonged moments of careful control, honest heartbreak, and genuine beauty.
Join us for the Canadian premiere of a number of new works, including The Chocolate Factory, which marries his previous concerns of goofy boredom and witty self-absorption with an unprecedented disturbing pathology. Reinke’s in-person presence, every bit as comically articulate as his on-screen persona, makes this a night not to be missed for pretty girls and ugly boys alike.
