Crazycrone (crazycrone) wrote,

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GRRR! (2)

In the Little Gallery just around the corner from the main show, there was a very interesting display curated by Enrico Sist, a collaborator of Davide Toffolo's, about trading cards and comics. It's not a topic I know much about...We used to gamble, in my day, for bubblegum cards featuring crude photos of baseball/football players, and cars. I also vaguely remember sets showing scenes from DAVY CROCKETT, ZORRO, and one sci-fi film; THIS ISLAND EARTH...None of this arty stuff!
This exhibit had everything from 'Garbage Pail Kids' to PeeWee Herman, to the expensive, sophistcated products of today.
Even more entertaining was a collection of work by Milt Gross, one of America's eccentric greats, brought to us, again, by Enrico S, with Sasa R. (Zograf).
Gross had a curious, goofy cartooning style, and was best known for his very complicated word play,often utilising a lot of Yiddish references, which might be difficult to interpret, unless you're actually Jewish, and/or (ahem-) a long-time New Yorker. Very clever,indeed...I believe Gross might have actually invented the antique cry of derision 'Banana oil!'
I nearly missed out on a major event of GRRR! through not finding the venue (The Backyard Gallery), although it was fairly obvious when pointed out to me... D'Oh!
I was lucky, though, and the exhibit stayed up after the end of the festival, enabling me to get a private viewing with some very helpful commentary from Sasa.
This was COMICS IN SERBIA DURING WORLD WAR TWO, curated by Zdravko Zupan. Here was a wealth of rare material from artists barely known to us in the West; some with dramatic, often tragic histories. It would be good to get a batch of this stuff together and display it in a decent London venue. I think it could attract a lot of attention...Any ideas? Is the Man fom the Crossroads out there somewhere, perhaps?
Anyway, I continue dog-rough, with a lot to do, despite it. In my moments of flopperation, I indulged in one of the tapes I made during my trip; an old film of THE ICEMAN COMETH, with all sorts of major artistes; Lee Marvin as Hickey, a pubescent-looking Jeff Bridges, G&S superstar Martyn Green, Frederic March, and most impressive of all, as Larry Slade, the quite astonishing Robert Ryan, who had me weeping snottiy into my Vanilla Coke. Even in his lifetime, I don't think this amazingly subtle actor ever got the kind of respect that was due his wonderful work. They really don't make 'em like that any more.

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