Kill Your Idols
One of the best things about being a college student who lives near campus again is that (a) companies think/hope that you have access to money you don’t deserve and (b) don’t mind wasting it and they (c) know exactly where to find you in order to lure you into spending all of your magic plastic card/discretionary money. The most recent company trying to woo me right now is netflix who was kind enough to send me free trial promotion code. This isn’t that remarkable (I found out anyone can try the service free just by visiting their site) but it is a revolutionary idea to me. For this month I can not only watch hard to find movies that ultra foxy film student girls tell me to check out but I also have access to a ton of music documentaries that I would have never found in a rental store and some i didn’t even know existed. The past week or so has also taught me that the U.S. Postal Service can haul ass when it wants to. Netflix has one built in caveat though, the service can only be as good as the movies you choose to watch. I have come to call this “The Kill Your Idols Fallacy.”
When Kill Your Idols popped up on my recommendations list I for some reason (perhaps it was the damn title) thought that this must have been the Sonic Youth affiliated documentary project that I’d heard about a while back. I wasn’t right but I actually wasn’t all that wrong either, as Thurston Moore did pop up eventually. Scott Crary’s Kill Your Idols has an interesting premise at its core; present the original cast of the No Wave scene in New York and put them up next to New York’s current post-punk avant scene and see how it stacks up. Continue reading…
