Part of the Editor's Choice series.
Ardele Lister, video stills from Canadian Cuisine, 1998. Courtesy of the artist.
Now comes Conditional Love, a 60-minute video from Lister on the subject of Canadian identity (or the lack of it), which premiered last Spring at MoMA. Conditional Love is a companion piece to her earlier Behold the Promised Land. Both use archival footage, contemporary interviews and Lister’s own mesmerizing voice-over narrative, but whereConditional Love shows Canadians struggling to define themselves, Behold the Promised Land proves, in interviews with Americans on the Fourth of July, how chillingly effective American propaganda from the early postwar period has been in creating an unquestioning patriotic ideology.
In a sense, both Sugar Daddy and Conditional Love are about compromised patrimony. Becoming a filmmaker, the young Lister had no native film industry to work in. As Lister’s star interviewee, Canadian Robert MacNeil, late of the MacNeil Lehrer News Hour says, “You can’t be a people unless you have a story and unless you’re telling yourself your story… Canada never got told its story until very recently because it was constantly absorbing other people’s stories.”
What makes Lister’s work funny and original is the way she conflates her own personal story with her subject’s. Over doting home-movie clips of the infant Lister learning to walk, her voice-over teases and indicts, “I was learning how to stand in a country whose leaders had recently donated the Canadian feature film industry to Hollywood in an exchange for a promise to boost tourism.”
—Allen Frame
“This is not a movie that invites you to really empathize with these characters, nor is that the point.”
The day after the gallery visit, I awoke with a lingering headache, alarmed by the sound of the phone.
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Featuring interviews with Janine Antoni, Yayoi Kusama, Jenny Diski, Michael Cunningham, Simon Ortiz, Petuuche Gilbert, Simon Winchester, Gary Sinise, Thomas Vinterberg, and Marc Ribot.
Let me tell you first about what it was like being a Black woman poet in the ‘60s, from jump. It meant being invisible. It meant being really invisible. It meant being doubly invisible as a Black feminist woman and it meant being triply indivisible as a Black lesbian and feminist.
Audre Lorde
