"Like his contemporary Eadweard Muybridge, Marey, a physiologist, was interested in the science of human movement. By 1882, he had developed a single camera method that he called chronophotography, which allowed him to make images of human and animal movement. His camera was the forerunner of the motion picture camera.
Marey’s chronophotographs were some of the first images to illustrate the exact process of body movement.”
Les premiers fantômes de la chambre noir : ce qui était processus devient, précisément, plan. Et dans cet étal on se mit à suivre la trajectoire des membres, à repenser le mouvement. À préparer le kino de la kinésis, le cinéma démasqué.
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For what feels like a fever dream, Mastaba Snoopy’s beginning is incredibly polite. Text appears in small, digestible snippets explaining the scenario: 14,000 years in the future, humanity has perished. All that remains is a single alien organism bent on repopulating reality, its guide a solitary children’s book: a collection of Peanuts comics. The introduction continues as though it were the scrolling prologue to a Star Wars film, laying out the scenario as the player finds it. The book now lost, existence is filtered endlessly through “half-remembered dreams” of the comic. The result is something glorious, something filled with character clones that are mutant tributes to Schulz’s original comics.
This is the world of the enigmatic videogame Mastaba Snoopy, which appeared quietly last year and has beguiled quietly ever since. In it, you play as Woodsnoopy 799. As you progress through the text-based game by clicking on rudimentary branching choices or detail-revealing side notes, they reveal scenes of huts made from catcher’s mitts, a terrifying birthing ground of Linuses (Linusii?), and caves filled with Snoopy heads: mutants sprouting up from the ground like mushrooms. At a certain point, a Snoopy head emerges from the vaginal region of a monstrous Peppermint Patty, supported by a primal Marcy made up of 49 heads and one hand. The walls are coated with an orgasmic scream—“first figuratively and then literally,” while hydra-Marcy echoes a concerning—yet apparently soothing—orchestra of “sirs.”
On — Mastaba Snoopy.