“That’s right, Charlie. Encore. It’s the home automation system that outperforms itself.”
Those familiar with the work of Nick Drnaso, would perhaps be fooled into thinking that this was the latest instalment from him, but no, this hails from the other side of the world down in Aotearoa, and although it takes a while to bed in, once you get there, it really starts to click.
Scott has crafted a series of enticing and enigmatic pastel laden slices of suburbia, soaked in quiet desperation. We encounter a landscape of cold spaces and sterile places. We see that repression and other icy surface pleasantries do a poor job of papering over the cracks of a broken, harrowing world of isolation and dislocation just bubbling beneath the surface.
“You need to accept that I’m a brand. And do you know what sets the successful, enduring brands apart from the big fat failures?”
We soon realise that these characters are trapped in a passive aggressive hell, reduced to a dumb, empty existence, and left only with mindless acquisition. What happens when your world has substituted ideas of compassion and community for commodification and consumerism?...
So often these characters seek solace or solutions from society, but instead all they get is brand shaped diseases dressed as cures. This is what the world looks like when the life is hollowed out of it. Scott beautifully captures the anxiety, lies and vacuity at the heart of modern NZ exposing all the empty promises of a hyper-consumerist society.
“(Rapid voiceover) Take only as directed-if-symptoms persist see your medical professional.”