Principalul sau siretlic a fost sa faca lumea sa creada ca nu exista. Asa suna o parafrazare a lui Baudelaire. Va scriam acum cateva zile despre le flaneur-ul autorului francez atat de prezent astazi in nomadismul virtual. A-i face pe altii sa creada ca nu existi este, de fapt, o arta. Asta am vazut in legendarul Keyser Söze, personaj al peliculei The Usual Suspects (1995).
In jurul acestui individ a fost construita o adevarata legenda, mai intai in film, iar mai apoi in cu totul alte contexte. Osama bin Laden a fost numit de Time in 2001 drept un Keyser Söze geopolitic. Aici sta farmecul si succesul garantat al personajului interpretat admirabil de Kevin Spacey: reuseste sa exercite o contagiune uluitoare dincolo de ecrane, tesand permanent alte si alte povesti in jurul povestii prezentate deja in film.
Nu este nefondat argumentul asemuirii lui Söze cu maleficul, cu diavolul insusi. Da, cum ca suprimarea anonimitatii sale a fost mobilul afirmarii superioritatii sale in fata organelor de politie, ceea ce ar indica in mod vadit existenta elementelor ale raului. De aici si pana la jocuri a la Red John sau un chiar Dexter.
Ascunderea de lume fiind, in acelasi timp, atat de prezent imi pare asemenatoare unui act artistic. Tipii de la 0100101110101101.org, Franco si Eva Mates au conceput reversul: sa afirmi un personaj inexistent intr-atat incat sa-i faci pe altii sa creada ca el exista. Sigur, oare Keyser Söze chiar exista? 🙂 Franco Mates l-a construit pe Darko Maver, un artist socant prin si in operele sale, inchis si mort in inchisoarea de la Podgorica. Darko Maver a ajuns si la Bienala de la Venetia, iar lumea artei a vibrat in fata productiilor acestuia si a mortii sale la Podgorica. Toate bune pana s-a aflat ca Darko Maver nu a existat, nu a fost altceva decat o farsa artistica. Ei bine, Darko Maver este din multe puncte de vedere un Keyser Söze. Acelasi lucru il pot spune si despre Luther Blisset, un alt proiect artistic ce propune anonimizarea individuala pana la identificarea propriei identitati cu una colectiva, intitulata sugestiv Luther Blisset. Desigur, manifestarile de sub cupola Blisset pot fi diverse, de la un dans colectiv fara bilet in autobuz si pana la manisfetari artistice in piata din centru. Si totusi, dincolo de toate aspectele, se ridica intrebarea: cine dracu e Keyser Söze?
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“He’s supposed to be Turkish. Some say his father was German. Nobody ever believed he was real. Nobody ever knew him or saw anybody that ever worked directly for him. But to hear Kobayashi tell it, anybody could have worked for Soze. You never knew; that was his power. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.
One story the guys told me, the story I believe, was from his days in Turkey. There was a gang of Hungarians that wanted their own mob. They realized that to be in power, you didn’t need guns or money or even numbers. You just needed the will to do what the other guy wouldn’t. After a while, they come into power and then they come after Soze. He was small-time then, just running dope, they say. (We see all of this in flashback) They come to his home in the afternoon, looking for his business. They find his wife and kids in the house and decide to wait for Soze. He comes home to find his wife raped and children screaming. The Hungarians knew Soze was tough, not to be trifled with, so they let him know they meant business.
(Flashback: Hungarian cuts one of the children’s throats)
They tell him they want his territory, all his business. Soze looks over the faces of his family. Then he showed these men of will what will really was.
(Soze shoots two Hungarians, then shoots his children and his wife as the last Hungarian watches in surprised horror)
He tells him he would rather see his family dead than live another day after this. He lets the last Hungarian go, waits until his wife and kids are in the ground, and then he goes after the rest of the mob. He kills their kids. He kills their wives. He kills their parents and their parents’ friends. He burns down the houses they live in, the stores they work in. He kills people that owe them money. And like that, he’s gone. Underground. Nobody’s ever seen him since. He becomes a myth, a spook story that criminals tell their kids at night. ‘Rat on your pop and Keyser Soze will get you.’ But no one ever really believes.”
Keaton always said, “I don’t believe in God, but I’m afraid of him.” Well I believe in God, and the only thing that scares me is Keyser Soze.