There's a screening tonight at SILVERDOCS of Brett Gaylor's RiP: A Remix Manifesto, and another on Saturday night. It's a must see film, and you should try to get out to the festival to check it out, but don't sweat it if you can't make it. You can always just download it. No need to go combing through torrent sites looking for a decent copy, though. You can download it directly from the filmmaker. If you want to pay him, great. You name the price. If not? That's cool, too. And if you want to re-cut his footage and post your edit online, or contribute original material to next year's planned 2.0 release, go right ahead. All of this is the point of the film: creativity, ideas, and media need not be controlled by the few; it belongs to us all. And copyright law needs to be rebuilt so that it serves its original purpose: to encourage creativity, not restrict it.
But a documentary about copyright law must be awfully dull, no? Taking his cues from remix artist Girl Talk, who is also a primary subject of the film, Gaylor treats the whole movie like a huge remix project. And as anyone who's ever been to a Girl Talk show knows (see picture above), dude knows how to throw a party. In the same style, RiP feels like a dance party of ideas, a reconfiguration of the way we think about the entire concept of "ownership", set to a defiant, yet celebratory and optimistic, beat.
Girl Talk proves the perfect springboard for Gaylor's discussion. As an artist, his work is comprised almost entirely of the repurposed work of others. In one segment, Gaylor demonstrates how to actually go to the music labels and publishing companies to clear all the samples in one GT album (sometimes up to nearly two dozen per song), it would cost over four million dollars. His entire career is a case study in the limits copyright law places on artistry. And in his other, day-job incarnation, he's Greg Gillis, biomedical engineer, another field in which advancement is hampered by copyright. Researchers aren't encouraged to share ideas so that life-threatening illnesses can be cured by the sum total of the best minds in the world working together. Rather, ideas are closely guarded by companies looking to make the most money they can on the research of a small percentage of these minds working in seclusion from one another. Gaylor makes the argument that copyright restrictions aren't just limiting our art and entertainment: it can be a matter of life and death.
As one might expect from a director committed to remix as an art form, the film is meticulously organized and skillfully paced. Using a simple four part manifesto as his starting point, he sets out to illustrate and argue each point one by one. Along the way he shows how the art of remix goes back much farther than recorded music, how Walt Disney was one of the most astute practitioners of remix (basing most of his feature films on old fairy tales, and using popular live-action films as the basis for many of his early shorts) before becoming one of the biggest lobbyists for increased copyright restrictions, and how the U.S. used a willful ignorance of international copyright law to its economic advantage early in our history before becoming powerful enough to try to dictate such laws to the rest of the world. The delivery throughout is humorous, but never preachy, and always on point.
In addition to Girl Talk, Gaylor gets a big assist from Stanford Law professor, and one of the founders of Creative Commons, Laurence Lessig. In fact, borrowing (or remixing?) a trick from Al Gore, Gaylor uses a lecture and power-point presentation of Lessig's as basis for a big chunk of the movie. Interviews with some of the creators and enforcers of recent U.S. copyright law provide some of the opposing points, as well as a telling Charlie Rose clip of Metallica's Lars Ulrich arguing the point with Public Enemy's Chuck D, in which Ulrich uses the word "control" about a dozen times.
At the risk of sounding less like a critic and more like a booster, RiP has the potential to become an Important Film. It's hard to leave the theater and not feel inspired to advocacy. It comes at a pivotal time in history, as lawmakers wrestle with how to address the issue of copyright in a world where information of all kinds can be easily digitized and shared, a world suddenly made a great deal smaller by the internet. As this connectivity provides not just greater access to information, but initiates entirely new forms of creativity, it necessitates a radical shift in thinking. Gaylor shows us a glimpse of what that world can look like on the creative scale via Girl Talk and other acts like Negativland, and on a broader, societal scale via a look at Brazil, which has become a world leader in copyright progressivism. His arguments are simple without being condescending, straightforward appeals to common sense. If everyone in this country watched this film, it's difficult to imagine there not being a sea change in the way this country treats this issue on a local and a global scale. It's that convincing. And, since the film is open source and available to anyone, it's easy to show to other people, so you're encouraged to get as many people as possible to watch it. After all, in the 21st century, we're all distributors.

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I saw RiP at SXSW in March, and felt like it was more a joyful celebration of remix artistry than an in-depth exploration of complex copyright laws. I found myself wishing for the journalistic chops of, say, FRONTLINE to complement RiP's energy and edgy aesthetic. I wish that Gaylor had taken the time to present copyright law in a more even fashion, trusting viewers to draw their own conclusions instead of guiding us, Michael Moore-style, to root for one side (remix artists) and vilify the other (those enforcing current copyright law). In my mind, the way it cheerleads for one POV makes it less of an Important Film...and more like a great sermon to an already riled up choir.
Anyone thinking of attending the screening on Saturday might want to check with the AFI that they have a working print. Last night's screening ended abruptly about 2/3rds of the way through due to what looked like a bad DVD burn of the film. Apparently the filmmaker had been making some last minute changes and dropped off a new copy shortly before the screening. Oops. But the director did summarize what we missed out on, and pointed out hey, we can get it online too. I agree with CreativeDC that it's not a film that delves into the legalities that something like Frontline might do, but you really connect with the people on the pro-mashup side of the argument, and that type of connection is hard to forge on a show like Frontline for the most part.