How that has translated in Lucas's work into the most cynical, over-written bits of
juvenilia in his prequel trilogy seems as much a mystery to Lucas as it does to the rest of the sentient world.
Not half - bad, thanks mostly to a cast that knows how to embrace
juvenilia in the spirit of good, dirty fun.
Not exact matches
It was,
in any case, a work of
juvenilia; the characters did not implicate me.
If it's true, as Kevin Smith noted
in his lengthy introductory remarks at Sundance, that «failure is just success training,» then he should be
in the best shape of his career after «Yoga Hosers,» an imbecilic, strenuously wacky helping of see - what - sticks
juvenilia that finds the director continuing the «True North Trilogy» he began with 2013's rather more -LSB-...]
Even more surprising is that,
in 2006 when teenage boys rule the marketplace, the filmmakers opted for an intelligent, adult thriller without any of the
juvenilia that has hampered most of the films
in this aged series.
The modern reboot of a 16 - bit «classic,» this is a game that revels
in schlocky, ultra-violent
juvenilia.
I asked Isca if she had ever heard of the painter Duncan Hannah, a master of
juvenilia (she had not) and then remarked that there are no actual soccer balls
in any of the paintings, conveying the illusion that the uniformed urchins are chasing light.
Rock critic granddad Robert Christgau weighs
in on the Ramones show at the Queens Museum: «given the band's aesthetic, which was always rigorously formalist, maybe I shouldn't prize this
juvenilia.
Tillmans's own image rarely appears here (while the gallery permits photography, the exhibition leaflet specifies «no selfie - sticks»), but the gregariousness of the curating — which features a rare videowork, a live programme, ephemera from the artist's Berlin - based project space,
juvenilia like a foray into garment design and an inexplicable gong sculpture — reveals the artist
in a surprising number of dimensions; he even codesigned the catalogue.
This
juvenilia gave way to a game of agitprops, what this writer has called «I Hate My Mom and My Room» art, that played out
in soon - to - be-abandoned galleries, and by force, museums.
The exhibition showcased the ways his artistic persona can both charm and chafe — it was maniacally overstuffed with objects and language, rich
in obsessive - compulsive tics, and marked by a cultivated mash - up of gravitas and
juvenilia, of amiable self - deprecation and surpassing self - regard.
Expanding on an earlier survey at the New Museum, the Bronx exhibition takes the artist from precocious
juvenilia to unearthly little pictures done the year before his death from AIDS
in 1999.