Back in the days, when film directors hoped to secure some level of intellectual legitimacy, they had to come up with something new, however absurd or shallow. Because that 'novelty' would suddenly wear out if the film was successful, or die unknown if it was not, every 'edgy' movie had to start anew.
Those were the days before the internet, or at least, before it metastasized. We have since reached the point where self-irony and instant gratification converge, and even 'novelties' no longer need to be new, so long as people pretend to be wooed. Perhaps one day we will find out that history did not end with the fall of the wall, but with John Wick, Neon Demon, or whatever started the present rash of pink-and-blue-neon-lighting.
Does this bisexual lighting has any actual qualities, beyond signifying 'Gen Z' to Gen Zers? Complimentary two-tone lighting has been in use since colour TV was invented (and it was used in painting before that). It's great to suggest off-screen movement or liminal moments. But until 2010s it did not need to call attention to itself as being a film's defining feature. It went unnoticed by most, and was all the more efficient for it. But not bisexual lighting, Oh, no! It does not do 'subtle' or 'understated'. Instead it make grand but non-comital gestures toward futures past, with any political implications safely kept at bay by ironic distance: It looks a bit eighties (offen served with a side of synthwave), a bit futuristic, a bit kitschy, a bit ironic, and a lot of 'I grew up on the internet': a lot of light and fury, signifying nothing.
I would not normally rage against this sort of things: there have probably always been silly fads like those, through with which people can feel special precisely because they do that same thing as everyone else. But is bisexual lighting really still a fad? I mean, in 2018, BBC titled an article 'Is 'bisexual lighting' a new cinematic phenomenon?' Of course, it no longer was (nothing reaches the BBC's culture desk without having been picked up by every single other news source). But man, that was in 2018!! Five years later, we still have a great many TV-series whose main selling point (prominently displayed in trailers and posters) is the presence of pink-and-blue lighting. And there are still people to think that such shows are 'weird', 'original', 'quirky', even 'unique' or 'special'!!! People! Either you've be in a coma for the past ten years, or you are deluding yourself. This is formulaic, lazy and meaningless, the kind of thing we will recall in shame in a couple of decades, the 2010s equivalent of bell-bottoms. I never thought I would say that, but I long for a new fad, any new fad, that could displace bisexual lighting. Because at night, as the wind is howling outside, and I am alone in bed, I am kept awake by the fear that we might be condemned to continue with pink-and-blue-lighting for all eternity.
On a side note: the series itself is passable. There is a nice dose of grit, the lead is affectedly but somewhat endearingly under-acting, and attention was lavished on both sets and cast. The plot is agreeably multicultural, in a Guy Ritchie kinda way. Unfortunately, every shot is three times as long as it should be. That large section of the viewing public who think they enjoy 'contemporary art' because they like Kanye West videos, will also try to claim that Refn is being 'arty' rather than self-indulgent. He is not: he is doing what professionals call 'making the most out of what you've got'. His best ideas are all displayed within the first couple of episodes. After that, the show slowly loses whatever steam it had, and, dragged down by its self-importance, plunges to rock bottom.
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