Louis Judkins’ film, What’s in my Bag?, appropriates the synonymous YouTube format started in the late 2000s by Amoeba Records. Approached with a sitcom-esque irreverence, the work is a surreal affair. Rather than indie celebrities, two stereotypically balaclava-clad robbers arrive uninvited, with tote bags (in preparation) to climb through an open window to browse, rate, and berate the unlucky occupant’s collection. Judkins has invented various musicians with such a strong and truthful visual sensibility that they feel strangely timeless, while also conjuring an exact image of the usual coterie of artists discussed by the guests on the format.
The masked figures hold the albums up to the camera and make a case for why, as proposed cultural paragons, they should be stolen. This feels particularly barbed for an act of dissent; a record collection is such a reflection of an individual owner that it feels awkward, especially as the two figures stand and pass judgement on taste and personal histories – Judkins regularly harnesses these feelings of disquiet across his works. The base act of thievery is then juxtaposed against melodramatic but eloquent debate: here the protagonists are morally bankrupt yet culturally rich. They are already aware of all of these artists: Sgraffito, Fat Thames, Edith Lowe... And yet maintain a level of ignorance to the ethics of their acts: “did you know the kick drum is actually the sound of him breaking a guy’s jaw?” one of the pair pronounces, fully illustrating their insensitivity. The fact that the robbers are also playing to the camera consistently heightens this dubious feeling of either/or confusion that typifies moral dilemmas – you feel drawn into their case, but is that because you’ve forgotten you’re the witness here?
In the final moments of the film, a policeman enters the situation, and rather than immediately apprehending the robbers, he joins in with a quip, riffing off the argument taking place on screen. This action holds an interesting dichotomy: the interplay of humour contrasting with the ‘caught red-handed’ apprehension of the criminals, reflects something deeper back at us. In an age when institutions like the Metropolitan Police are constantly embroiled in controversy, despite being a previous standard of virtue and morality (in the eyes of some), the artist is rightly exposing these institutions that seem so steadfast and immovable, showing us that they’re no better than ourselves. - Alexander Harding
Writer, director, editor: Louis Judkins
Starring: Isabel Butt, Joe Taylor, Louis Judkins
Sound recordists: Simone Devilliers, Bea Vorster, Robin Leverton
Sound mix: Bea Vorster
Thanks: Alex Bailey at Rough Trade, Toks Majek at Coridoor Studio
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