Y'know, after running on a deficit of sleep and waking up hella early today, I started thinking: Tish Simmonds’s vines are actually kind of genius, in a pretentious post-modern sort of way. Because they (however intentionally) challenge the conventions of vining and draw attention to the process itself.
Even though the video is only 6 seconds, the timing is conspicuously off. What is a time constraint to most, is uncomfortably long for Tish Simmonds. Where other artists (and I use this term rather loosely) manage to cram so much story into the time they have with jump cuts and (the vine equivalent of) tight editing and hurried line delivery, Simmonds shits on all of that. Because even though the components are there—script, concept, multi-shot recording, teen and parent character archetypes, and a setup-complication-punchline arc—none of the feeling and sincerity are there. Simmonds in her vines is awkward and lacks warmth and charisma, so that there is no connection with her audience. Her mother is very cooperative, but fails to appropriately embody the role in which she has been cast. Sure, she delivers her line, but she’s all love and smiles and summarily is not a convincing character. She’s a mum, rather than a mOM!!1!1!1! All of this comes together (or rather, fails to mesh together) to rend what little punchline there is utterly powerless and humorless.
That’s why her vines make me so irrationally upset, because they break all of the conventions that have been established in the short lifetime of the app. And thus, Tish Simmonds is both hero and pioneer of the inevitable post-Vine movement.