Modern Life is Rubbish
A recently broken-up couple separating their music collection leads the way for a dissertation on love, loss and the inherent evil of greatest hits albums.
It’s hard to think of a more fitting title for this bittersweet story about separation and the division of (musical) property. Even though the Blur record is never mentioned by the couple, its profound meaning is embodied by the boy’s attitude, unwilling to give in to the temptations of digital downloads and Mp3 players. Modern life sucks, and the new ways to consume and produce music are equally reprehensible. The over-used ‘breakup’ subject is used here only as a means to talk about life, music and our relationship with technology. We don’t know why the couple is breaking up but we can see most of their personalities’ traits emerge from the division of their records collection. The attachment to the physicality of things, the almost fetishistic pleasure that comes from flipping through a booklet and the defense of the purity of records set against the mundane existence of greatest hits cds exemplify the differences between the two former lovers. A realistic and funny love story for the iPod generation, in which pretty much anyone will be able to recognize themselves in.
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