Daft Punk: The Movie
Daft Punk sits squarely on top of the giant, steaming heap of things I don't understand the appeal of. There are three reasons for this:
1. I'm not impressed by robots, even if they are French.
2. I have an extremely low threshold for electronica and people dancing to electronica. And
3. I wasn't there.
Number three is, evidently, the main reason why I don't get Daft Punk, because every time I ask a Daft Punk fan why they like Daft Punk, they talk about how unbelievably awesome their live show is–the super-amazing lights, and the cool spaceship, and all the people unified by all the trancendent beeping and booping, and how it was like a robot Jesus came down from robot heaven and annointed everyone in the crowd with an amazing, warm wash of pure robot love. Basically the appeal of Daft Punk can be summed up in five words: You had to be there. (Or, possibly two words: Mass hypnosis.)
That sentiment is especially fitting after watching the trailer for Daft Punk's forthcoming straight-to-DVD film Electroma–because while I'm sure that walking incredibly slowly towards a quartet of guys wearing robot masks while listening to a soundtrack of low, droning humming is the greatest thing a human being can ever hope to experience live, it is incredibly annoying in a movie trailer.
Facts about this movie: It is 74 minutes long, most of it is slow motion, and it does not feature any music by Daft Punk. In short, this movie is a dare, or at least a test to see how far Daft Punk's live-show hypnosis can push you.