by Maia Harari

Let me preface this by saying, I am prone to motion sickness. At Paul McCarthy’s exhibition at the Whitney Museum, earlier this year, I actually had to excuse myself after only thirty minutes as my brain had begun turning cartwheels in my head. This is not a criticism. It’s proof that McCarthy is doing his job; namely, turning our worlds (and my stomach) upside-down.
Caribbean Pirates, a collaboration between Paul McCarthy and his son, Damon McCarthy, is a 90 minute, multi-screen video installation portraying crazed and repulsively cartoonish pirates in the midst of invading and plundering a village, armed with Hershey’s chocolate sauce and abundant phallic imagery. All the signature McCarthy elements are present—oversized appendages are used in less than appropriate ways, a constant soundtrack of maniacal laughing overrides the pirates’ and their victims’ screams, exposed camera rigging reveals and indulges the artifice of the movie set and aerial, upside-down and sideways camera angles disorient viewers. Essentially, it is 90 minutes of complete and total chaos, an assault on our senses in every way.
And in true McCarthy fashion, Caribbean Pirates is not only an assault on our senses, but on our value system as well. American pop culture icons like Barbie and Disney characters are deconstructed and turned violent and pornographic. At a certain point the screaming gets louder and one of the pirate’s oversized heads is on backwards and even he doesn’t seem to care. He simply puts his vest on backwards too as if that makes it all okay and many of the screens loop back to the beginning and a half-nude, real-life Barbie is now covered in chocolate sauce, sun-bathing, amidst the wreckage, stoned and unaffected, and another screen reveals that the little can-can dancing female pirates, that somehow invoke the mice in Cinderella, are now crying and screaming, “Stop it,” and the scene gets progressively more sadistic and bloody and the maniacal laughing starts in again. The looks on the audience’s faces reveal they don’t know whether to run, vomit or laugh—or nod approvingly, as some did, with an air that they actually know what’s going on. The program explains, “According to the two artists, the pirate theme is treated as a metaphor for US invasion and occupation of foreign lands”—a seemingly inescapable theme in contemporary art. Of all the exhibitions I’ve seen acting as metaphors for US foreign policy, this is by far my favorite one.
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