By Christopher Barr │POSTED ON MAY 31, 2015
Tomorrowland is an incredibly visual feast of a film. The film was inspiring and positive, but the problem here is its positivity and inspiration. The convoluted story follows an inspired optimistic young teenage girl that has been given a pin that allows her to be instantly transported to another land, a world from the future, or rather inspired future, where spaceships fly among the massive buildings and the people of this place are free, free to dream without the fear of corporations and governments controlling their imaginations and dulling their minds.
This film centered itself mostly on innovation in science and technology, but yet navigates itself into religious themes to appease the mass movie going audience that wants to believe, rather than do anything to save the actual planet. Tomorrowland is a Disney production that is accountable to its stalk-holders like any other multinational corporation. The messages in this film must coordinate with the corporate plan of entertaining but never enlightening, providing said enlightenment doesn't effect the company's primary focus on profits.
The Earth isn't dying the way some environmentalists would lead us to believe it is, but it is suffering because of us. Tomorrowland depicts the end of the world oddly more negatively than it needs to be. The film is about saving the planet via an alternative tomorrow-world that is so-called better than our own, but yet it isn't until after Frank and the young girl, Casey arrive with their robot guide Athena, that they discover that Tomorrowland is all but abandoned.
This film wants us to believe that we can be better than we are, that we are special in some way. It says that negativity comes from this other dimensional world and they mean to control our dystopic view of our own culture. The film puts blame, for our apathy toward the future of mankind on this planet, on a machine in Tomorrowland that's multidimensional signal is the sole cause of this indifference many of us hold about where we are heading as a species.
The technology in the film was impressive and fun, there were flying back-packs as well as hover vehicles, there were robots that disturbingly look human that represented recruiters or scouts and enemy soldiers programmed to protect Tomorrowland from the recruiters and who they recruit, or something like that. One of the most historically relevant moments in the film is its look at the 1964 world's fair in New York, that itself reflected upon the 1939 world's fair, that predicted a massive change in the culture thanks to technological advancements. These world fairs were both on the edge of grand military devastating changes within the world, World War 2 and the Vietnam war respectively.
Tomorrowland isn't about the future rather it's about the past, a past that never leaves us, a past that lingers and bags to be present. The film is a lie, it means to believe when it itself doesn't. It means to inspire when itself does not, it wants its audience to learn and grow but yet it doesn't itself do any of these things outside of the Hallmark desire to be better through believing in each other without anything quantifiable.
The problem of being special for the sake of it breeds lazy thinkers. Our culture is filled with people who want to be centralized and seen as special. The fallacy here is we are bringing up our children to be winners and to be special without them doing anything. A healthy self esteem is always a good thing for developing minds but teaching a child that they are special and unique in some way without them really knowing why is crazy. If anything it validates that they are not special at all. Sure we can all say that we are all special but to what end? Being special or exceptional in some way must be active and not passive. Society is pampering the next generation for a world of conformity and obedience with an empty promise that if they comply they will be special. This is where Tomorrowland, a film that lacks the magic of a Spielberg film, becomes too preachy as it finishes off with its propagandized message of hope as long as we all believe. Films like Charlie Chaplin's The Great Dictator and Sydney Lumet's Network can't be considered too preachy because they are winking at the audience as they tell them the truth of our mind controlled society. Tomorrowland not only doesn't wink when it ends, it gargles down its own Kool-aid.
Tomorrowland was suppose to be a place where the brightest minds where able to freely realize their imaginations without the interference of politicians and corporations. But it became a failed project for possibly being too overly idealistic. Like George Orwell's Animal Farm, Tomorrowland fell to the controlling wills of ego-centric men (in the case of Animal Farm, pigs) and their unflinching need for control and power. Action from people is what is going to save our world, not hope or a belief that it will all work out. Educating people away from beliefs of religious salvation is what's going to save the world. Educating people to such an elevated degree that the race or gender of someone would be meaningless when attempting to get one's point across. Educating people to be able to see how 1% of the wealthiest of us is destroying this world from under our poor, ignorant, uneducated feet. Educating people to see their true potential and not a false self that is only in service of a greedy consumer culture.
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MAD MAX: Fury Road and Escaping the Ragged Claws within the Desert of the Real
By Christopher Barr │POSTED ON MAY 19, 2015
MAD MAX: Fury Road was an insane film to say the least. Its premise is relatively simple, Max gets caught up in an escape plan orchestrated by this fearlessly strong woman named Furiosa. As a consequence, the mad overload of this dystopic land, along with his brainwashed war-boys, chase down Furiosa along with a number of other females escaping the unrelenting servitude of their male insane counterparts. Max is unfortunately caught up in the middle of this chase.
George Miller's
Fury Road is a roller coaster ride of shear madness and atavism smashed together in this carpet of mass hybrid monstrous vehicles, storming across the blank desert searching to force-assign meaning in a now meaningless world. The world as we know it has ended and all that it left is the aftermath of destruction. Men, women and madness are what thinly populates this sandy decadent wasteland.
At its core, the film is existential in nature. It means to strip its audience of hope and belief and replaces inaction with reality. Its message is; if you are alive it is up to you to survive it. There are no real gods in this world, just as there are no real gods in our own. The film slaps its audience in the face repeatedly on this point much in the same way as Nietzsche did in his memorable book Thus Spoke Zarathustra. It wants us to wake up from our dreams of importance and celebration. With a nudge from Existentialists like Sartre, Heidegger and Camus, the film wants us to face the fact that we are nothing to only than realize that's worth fighting for. God or whatever else people believe in isn't going to help, reality in the world of Mad Max is how one is to survive.
Max himself is a man of few words, he's a drifter, a survivor, a road warrior, he's a man caught up in the madness of this post-apocalyptic hell but yet morally clings to his humanity. Max is a realist, fantasies and illusions would have long sense abandoned him, leaving him with nightmares of people he didn't or couldn't save during the desperate attempt to survive when the world as we know it finally fell apart.
Fury Road showed a horrifying sense of realism of what could happen to humanity if we continue down our road of self-destruction. Zombie movies and Alien invasions aside, Fury Road wants to oddly and maliciously celebrate our inevitable demise by making the reality of it all, beautiful. Here the film becomes like an old tragic Russian opera, where everything sounds and looks beautiful but yet the human failure to elevate is thinly veiled in lace.
Among countless other cautionary tales, Mad Max: Fury Road is a warning of what's to come for humanity as we continue to waste the world away, naively thinking that there is no end to our growth and progress. What's great and unique about this film is its teaching us a lesson about our potential, and some would say inevitable, future. This film is saying we already fucked up and all our hope and faith was a lie, a distraction from the truth. It was a holographic carrot most of us bought in to and then sold back to other people. We believe we are invincible, we are infallible but we are not.
Furiosa is forced to face the so-called existential dread of reality when she learns from her female family that the Green Place, which was the location she along with her Siren-like female cargo were heading, was no longer there due to drought. This utopia or heaven-like place ended up not being real and Furiosa had to except that. This was the true turning point in the film because it was the only real character arc. Other than his tormenting past memories, Max certainly learned to trust but didn't change too much, he was passing through the madness where Furiosa needed to rise above it, not only for her but for the young girls she was protecting.
The message in this high-octane, adrenaline rush of a modern masterpiece is: wake the fuck up. The theatrical ballet of violence by the villainous stampede of the Freudian ID, otherwise seen as these crazy powdered skinned de-evolved acrobatic madmen, is a metaphorical violent push to all the dreamers out there that believe that some made up god will save them. The point here is your life is your responsibility and it's up to you to live it to its highest potential.