An article I read in the New York Review recently terrified fascinated me. It was by the HBIC Zadie Smith, of White Teeth fame, a commentary on a new installation of sorts. A 24 hour long film depicting time in movies (and real life, because something imitates something and all that). For every minute of the day, there was a new clip of someone taking a peek at their wrist watch, or saying “I’m in a hurry”, and the like. It made me think about what is real in a movie and what isn’t. Because, even though it’s fiction, it still happened at a real point in time. Imagine a kiss being filmed at 5 o’clock inside a studio. It is supposed to be evening in the scene, so it’s dark and artificial. But the fact remains that a kiss still happened at 5 o’clock, even if you didn’t (and by you I mean random actor or actress) ascribe a certain meaning to it.

Can we ever create something that is 100% artificial?

The thought process brought me further into these depths (I’ve been sunbathing a lot lying on my back, I can’t hold books so I’m confined to my own brain which, quite frankly, is mortifying) of art. Can we sing a song without in even the slightest way be affected by what it says? Total Eclipse of the Heart aside, I delved deeper into how we relate our “real” world to what is supposed to be a mirror of it.

I didn’t really get anywhere (that’s the thing with blogs, no demands on output but your own), but still, I can’t help but look for clocks in films, because that’s when it happened.

From Christian Marcley's "The Clock"