Sergei Eisenstein's Vine

Recently discovered under a pile of soot under a pile of rubble under a pile of V for Vendetta masks, fragments of a screenplay for Sergei Eisenstein’s lost masterpiece Vine. A multi-second cinematic project, Vine was intended to capture the rhizomatic and variegated forms of human depravity under the economic regime of capital. Eisenstein’s montage technique would have been deployed here to its fullest effect, showing a Bakhtanian eruption of 20^th century man’s most proletarian bodily functions. Although never completed due a complicated ménage of censorship, bureaucratic red-tape, Stalinist politics and significant bowel trouble, the film’s tattered screenplay stands as a testament to its projected grandeur and theoretical import. Here we present the first publication of this fascinating piece of cinematic “fuck your goddamn film thesis”, not seen by human eyes for over 70 years.

Vine, Or, Ten Vids That Shook The World

  

PART 1: THE ODESSA SMACK CAM (Одесса шлепок камеры)

In Odessa, the townspeople stand around the harbour steps bumpin they jams.

Title: In those memorable days, the town of Odessa lived in peace with the rebellious jerks of the Battleship Versace.

An Imperial guard is standing on the steps, minding his own business. Meanwhile off to the side, a sailor fills his hand with rotten caviar and creeps up behind him, arm poised for a devastating smack to the back of the sailor’s head.

Title: SMACK CAM!

The sailor smacks the guard, who falls backward down the steps, knocking over townsfolk left and right. He sets into a downward plunge a perilous baby pram, which does three forward flips before landing upright and flinging the baby into a basketball net.

Cue Music: IF PIRUS AND CRIPS ALL GOT ALONG

PART 2: TERIO, CHILD OF THE REVOLUTION (Истры Дитя революции)

The child emerges from the pram and is noticeably overweight. He stares into the camera and starts to gyrate, before beginning a full-on Twerk.

Title: Within the hearing of the Tsarist Boosie N*ggas, brotherly cheers sound across the water.

Close up shots of the people of Odessa with tears in their eyes, cheering for the glory of the worker’s revolution.

PART 3: DON’T DROP THAT GUNH-GUNH-GUNH (Не бросайте этот пистолет пистолет пистолет)

A shot of the great architectural wonders of Happy Moscow. The camera flits back and forth between the rapid pace of workers in a foundry to the glory of the Red Square, to the cameraman’s unwavering eye.

A gunshot.

The cameraman drops his camera, and starts running.

Title: Can’t even take no vine in Moscow w/o bein’ shot at!!!

PART 4: TWERKERS OF THE WORLD (Туъркинг мира)

Title: Twerkers of the world can’t be comparing…Shock Twerker

A big bottomed proletarian woman is rhythmically pulling levers in a factory. Unlike her comrades, however, she does so in syncopated motions, bent over, and squatting to the beat of an Ernst Busch Worker’s song bumpin over a speaker.

Her colleagues look at her skeptically.

PART 5: BOURGEOISIE BE LIKE… (Буржуазия как)

Title: Bourgeois be like…

A shot of a rich Tsarist merchant with a monocle and stovepipe hat, asking with raised pinky the ambassador’s wife “do you have any Grey Poupon?”

Title: Proletarian be like…

A shot of a worker yelling at a factory cafeteria woman “WHERE DE FRENCHS AT YA BISH?”

PART 6: WHEN THE BEAT DROP (Когда бить падает)

A shot of the Red Army marching.

Cue Music: STRANGE FRUIT HANGIN’

Army waits for the drop. When the drop hits, army get TURNT UP

Cue Music: WE COULDA BEEN SOMEBODY

PART 7: FATHERS STAY IN YOUR SONS LIVES! (Отцы, оставаться в жизни вашего сына!)

A shot of the great statue of Tsar Nicholas II surrounded by an enraged mob.

Title: He says he never smokes Turkish opium or eats p*ssy.

The mob begins to pull down the statue.

Title: “I have enough caviar to eat at home!”

The mob successfully pull down the statue. An orgiastic cheer. The citizens of Petrograd storm the Winter Palace and start raiding the wine cellars. Trotsky in Lenin pull up in a truck and start making it rain roubles.

Title: Meanwhile, extreme ratchet behaviour from the Ratchet Mechanic’s Worker’s Council

Mechanics waving ratchets in triumph. Peasants high fiving factory workers. Shouts of “WORLD STAR REVOLUTION!” echo across the land of Russia.

PARTS 8-10 were, unfortunately, eaten by a Stalin for breakfast on November 16 1936.

A Guide to City Life #237 - Sirens, Alarms, Beeps, and Other Warning Signs

Welcome to the Guide to City Life #237 - "Sirens, Alarms, Beeps, and Other Warning Signs". In this module, you will learn about fear.

In the city, men and women are often about their everyday activities: buying milk, slapping bugs, sarcasm, sighing at birds of ill omen, or brewing soup. They do not usually have time to stop to think of the grim beyond. Sirens, alarms, and beeps are institutionalized auditory reminders to us all that, as Dr. Phil once said, "although we none of us like where we are going, we aren't ever going to get there anyway. Fuck."

A siren is a brightly coloured screaming hat for cars. Hearing a siren usually indicates that someone in your immediate vicinity is in danger of living longer than he or she needs to, and that the Universe, cruel and indifferent to individual plaints of injustice, has provided him or her with a means of escape.

If you hear a siren, be sure to think about everything you love with a cheap, super-imposed 3D Pog style skull overtop of it, with a graffiti text spelling out "Satan Rules". Then go back to your game of whist, or your nap, or you precious YouTube one-upmanship. No harm will come to you yet.

There are also alarms. An alarm is a building's way of telling you it doesn't feel so great and that it is probably going to barf. It could just be a toaster burning some toast. It could be a gas attack. In any case, follow the alarm sound to the nearest puzzled office worker and be sure to shrug your shoulders. You must then put on your coat in a leisurely manner, and ask your co-workers if it's worth it to bring your laptop or is this just, like, a drill. Be sure to grumble when the floor fire-person tells you not to bring your scalding hot coffee into the stairwell. Once you are outside and safely away, huddled in a group of sheep-like untermenschen, make light-hearted jokes about the meeting being late, and look into the building for signs of those who did not make it out in time to avoid the grim reaper.

Many people think alarms all sound the same, but to the well-trained ear, an alarm can be as explicit as a news report. To interpret an alarm, count the length of time between each sound wave. The Government has a secret standard code: 13 nanoseconds means you will all be fine. 15 nanoseconds means the alarm may be serious. 23 nanoseconds means your floor was chosen for the "fool's sacrifice" at the spring equinox, and that you should all accept your fate gracefully.

Beeps are also important. When your phone beeps, you have forgotten something important. You have forgotten to rise from slumber; or an important meeting that will affect the rest of your life is passing you by like a grey cloud before the Moon. Beeps are clever but tricky. Learn to respect them.

The ear is not the only means by which the Big Other wants to discipline your fear gland. Although less popular than auditory warnings, "signs" are also extant, and can provide useful information about how we are all going to die. For instance, a hand with flesh and acid peeling off it (WHMIS number 32) clearly indicates that in this area men do not need to wash their hands after going to the johnson. Or take the classic raised index finger pointing to the constellation Vega (WHMIS number Q), which means the Soviets have taken to the stars once again.

Many of our warning signs were originally designed by sad Reformation artists in the 17th century.

This has been A Guide to City Life module #237 - "Sirens, Alarms, Beeps, and Other Warning Signs". If you would like to review this module before the quiz, tick the "I am humble" box at the bottom of your screen. If you are confident that you got everything in this module, no pity will be had.

Click somewhere likely for the next module, number #238 - "Adults With Comically Childish Handwriting".

A Guide to City Life #134a - Ordering a Coffee

Welcome to "A Guide to City Life" module #134a - Ordering a Coffee.

In this module, you will learn the basics of ordering a coffee. You will learn what a coffee is. You will learn what ordering is, and how everything you do is ordered by unseen powers. You will learn to drink by mandate, for it is a delight.

In the city, humans love coffee. This is because it is a warm, energizing drink.

Humans in the city are very sad. Although happiness is not a tangible thing, they sometimes pretend it is, and this pretend happiness, though merely a hot, brown liquid that scalds if drunk too quickly, is called coffee.

Happiness.

There are two places one can get coffee. One place is everywhere else, and the other is Starbucks.

Starbucks is a special coffee store that does good for the world and is sponsored by the Elders of Zion. They use a special language which will be indicated in this lesson by the open bracket "(" followed by a closed bracket ")" when the term is complete.

Coffees come in small (tall), medium (granday) and large (ventricle).

A coffee dispenser is called a "barrista", or, in the unlikely situation that it is a male, a "barrister".

When placing your order, be sure to specify whether you would like your coffee hot (or, in Starbucks terms, chachuffski) or cold (Starbucks chachuffscoi).

Some people prefer tea over coffee. Some people do, because preferences vary. For instance, some people prefer fascism to democracy, or witchcraft to the one true religion. This is not to say that tea is any worse than coffee.

Coffee comes in a variety of flavours, blends, and mixes. Do not try any of them.

Coffee is an ancient bean.

There are many slang terms for coffee, so deeply is it a part of people's everyday, disgusting, lives. Slang for coffee could include: joe, cup of joe, brown, cahfee, black gold, texas tea, double double, espresso, chino, cappo, marco, groucho, diabolico, and purple drank.

When ordering a coffee, custom usually dictates one must pay in money(s). This is not always the case however. In certain cultures, the scalp of a coffee cup, known as a rim, can be gruesomely torn off and exchanged for a fresh cup. It is illegal to transport coffee rims or materials made out of them in many countries around the world.

Coffee can be enjoyed with a variety of "snacks" or "treats". Donuts or cake, for instance (see lesson 12-Z114-2-A). Many city dwellers have taken to the biscotti, a kind of soft concrete. Many city dwellers are also unfortunate, status hungry apes with poor lineages.

Let us now review our grammar. Choose a pen and mark your score:

1. The active of the verb "to order"
2. A deponent, proletarian, misery
3. Circle the noun in the sky
4. Pour it in a mug

In conclusion, coffee is an integral part of it. Do partake.