During my first week at the Mill Valley Film Festival, I had the pleasure of being interviewed by Danielle Venton for KRCB.  We sat on a bench at the main junction in the centre of town and chatted for half an hour about the film, population and environmental issues.  Danielle was smart, funny, well-prepared and asked good questions.  It was a lot of fun.  Here is the interview.

 

What moviemaker’s blog would be complete without at least one post reading a meaning no-one else sees into some movie?

Just in case you missed the block capital letters in the title of this post, I am about to share my interpretation of the environmental meta-narrative in Rian Johnson’s new film, Looper, and that will involve mentioning key plot points as well as the ending.  If you have not seen this film, do not read this post until you have.  It’s a movie worth seeing with fresh eyes.  Don’t let me ruin it for you.

If you’re still reading this post, that means you’ve seen the movie, so I won’t recap the story for you.  I’ll cut to the chase.

During the film, you may have caught many references that implied a period of instability prior to the 2040s setting of the film.  The present day of the film is rife with neo-Western lawlessness, the Hobbesian war of “all against all”.  A man shoots another man in the back for stealing his suitcase.  Hoodlums run riot with guns.  The line between law enforcement and the criminal element is non-existent, one behaving as an extension of the other.

The primacy of precious metals as currency points to some sort of economic collapse.  The repeated mention of Mandarin being the language of the future, paper money being emblazoned with Mao, the sage advice that China rather than France is the place to go – these story elements tell us that the economic collapse was followed by the rise of China.

Cars, with few exceptions, are either battered ‘old world’ cars with solar panels or electric cars.  The homestead on which Emily Blunt lives operates on solar power, which features heavily in the background of most of the exterior shots.  Her crop, sugar cane, means biofuel.  Her flying field sprayer points to small-scale domestic agriculture as a target market of innovation.  At one point, when faced with the suggestion that they should burn her crop to get a clear view of who might be coming, she says that even if the crop is failing, it still contains the seeds for next year.  No Monsanto terminator crop, then.  Also, a telling statement that what we have now is worth something for the future and should not simply be defensively liquidated.  All this points to the fact that the present day in Looper is a post-peak oil world.  This is important, because peak oil entwines the environmental and economic elements of society.  The morality play at hand here can be read ecologically or financially, socially or politically – by arguing that this is a post-peak world, I am saying that all of these are present intentionally as a holistic image of a near-future global situation.

So what of the characters?  The four primary characters can be split into simple categories:

The ‘old’ generation: Bruce Willis, representing the Boomer generation.

The ‘present’ generation: Joseph Gordon-Levitt, representing those of us between the ages of 20 and 40, a group in which I include myself.

The ‘next’ generation: The boy, representing those currently too young to have political or social sway but still held hostage by the behaviour of the other two generations, in one scene literally.

These three make a trinity very obviously akin to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit – the child’s telekinesis provides his character with an otherly nature that fits this interpretation.  The conversation between Willis and Levitt in the diner is a father/son argument if ever there was.  The idea that they are the same person strengthens my theory that they represent the cyclical destructive habits that one generation learns from the other.

This leaves Emily Blunt’s character: Mother Nature.  Gaia, if you’re a fan of James Lovelock.  She nurtures her child, the ‘next’ generation, in the face of the chaos and violence wrought by man.  She is fierce and protective but not cruel.  She is, eventually, held hostage by both the ‘present’ (Jesse, the hitman sent to find Levitt) and the ‘old’ (Willis playing out the Terminator/Sarah Connor dynamic).  She makes peace with Levitt once he recognises how she and her child should be treated.

So how does this analysis frame Looper as an environmental morality play?  Here goes…

The ‘present’ generation is engaged in a cyclical, self-defeating hedonistic exercise dressed up as a fulfilling life, mainly geared towards either repeating or clearing up the mistakes made by their forebears, the ‘old’ generation.  The ‘old’ generation have rules that make this cycle of behaviour both inevitable and pointless – old criminals are sent back to be killed by their younger selves.  The serpent devours its own tail.  Administrating this closed loop is an ‘old’ generation puppet, who governs the ‘present’ generation with brutal control.  Are we not currently ruled by the ‘old’, mainly through fear and brutality?

The addiction to ‘dropping’ (using a drug dripped into the eyes) can be read as any number of particular behaviours – fossil fuel usage, drug abuse itself – which quite literally cloud one’s sight, make one unfit for much other than alternating bouts of anti-social and hedonistic activity, lead to dependence and harsh withdrawal in the event of the drug’s unavailability.  One could even read this as a representation of anti-depressants and more broadly the use of psychoactive prescription medications to allow people to be happy, or at least not catatonically depressed, by their senseless and unsatisfying existence.

All of the violence committed by the ‘present’ generation only afford them, eventually, a 30-year retirement as a member of the ‘old’ generation, in which they can do whatever they want with themselves, spending the money they accumulated off the back of the ‘present’ generation.  The fact that both ‘worker’ and ‘retiree’ are the same person makes the metaphor all the more telling.  Eventually, the ‘old’ man is sent back to be killed by his ‘present’ self – the loop is closed, the retirement account is spent/annulled, another worker retires to take his place.  The serpent devours its own tail.

Enter Mother Nature, guardian of a child who in the future will wreak a horrible revenge on the ‘old’ generation by revolution, forcing them out of the picture altogether.  Why?  Because of what was done to it by that generation.  By brutality, short-sightedness, selfishness and greed.  The ‘present’ generation is in a curious position of simultaneously working for the ‘next’ and ‘old’ generations; do we not work for our children and our parents?

What is the ‘old’ generation’s reaction to this upstart ‘next’ generation?  To destroy it in order to preserve the things the ‘old’ generation enjoys; Willis wants his life back, his wife back, his peaceful retirement back.  To achieve this, the ‘old’ generation attacks not just the ‘next’ but also the ‘present’ generation, but there is a bitter twist to this: in the loop of time, the death of the present generation destroys the old generation but still leaves the next generation alive with what’s left of Mother Nature.

The only way that the ‘present’ generation can save the ‘next’ generation is by destroying itself, and by extension the ‘old’, in order to leave room for the new.  Mother Nature can only watch as this all-too-human drama unfolds.  She is held hostage, threatened, occasionally in jeopardy, but ultimately it is the human who is extinguished by human activity – Mother Nature survives.  The ‘present’ generation is forced right to the brink, only making the decision of self-sacrifice when faced with watching the ‘old’ generation and ‘old’ ways obliterating any hope the ‘next’ generation has of doing things differently, of evolving.  Levitt’s character, to atone for his earlier feckless selfishness, has to break the loop of repetitive and destructive foolishness against Mother Nature and the ‘next’ generation, and in so doing, he is redeemed.

All of the social, political, economic and environmental upheaval around us is right there on the screen.  The age of austerity, trading the future of an entire generation for the retirement accounts of a few.  The consumption of resources now that can never be used again.  The bizarre trap our present generation feels, on the one hand knowing that to keep more for the next generation we have to take from our parents and grandparents, on the other hand slowly realising that whatever choice we make, it is us today, here and now, who will have to make do with less or even nothing at all.

So, Mr. Rian Johnson, my compliments to you, sir.  Either intentionally or not, you have crafted a morality tale for the peak oil age, one where we live inside a time loop, visiting the sins of the father unto the son, robbing Peter to pay Paul, running in circles until we go extinct.  It ain’t hopeful, but dammit, it’s good cinema.

And that’s the movie you didn’t see.  Thanks for reading.

We have special previews of Critical Mass coming up this month.  There will be Q&A sessions with me after all three screenings.

West Coast:

October 13, 1:30pm @ Sequoia 1, 25 Throckmorton Ave., Mill Valley, CA

October 14, 5:45pm @ 142 Throckmorton Theatre, Mill Valley, CA

Tickets available here.

East Coast:

October 20, 6:15pm @ Elinor Bunin Monroe Film Center, 144 W. 65th Street, New York, NY

Tickets available here.

The Calhoun family will be attending the New York show, which will make it a very special night indeed.  Please join us.

And don’t forget our Indiegogo campaign – we need your help to distribute this film.

Andrew ‘Wilf’ Wilford

Yesterday, we began our 45 day Indiegogo campaign to raise at least $30,000 with which to clear the archive rights for footage we use in the film.  We are so far up to $485 in contributions and this is only the first 24 hours.

$250 of that was a legacy contribution on behalf of the late Andrew ‘Wilf’ Wilford, a scientist, teacher and sustainability advocate from Brisbane, Australia.

This tribute by our friends at the Post Growth Institute will give you an idea of the many things this good kind man did and stood for.

I never got the opportunity to meet Wilf – we corresponded by email in the two years prior to his untimely death.  With his position at Bond University and extensive experience working with mission-critical systems, we discussed the possibility of collaborating on a documentary series called “RISK!”, which would compare the attention paid to the details of space shuttle launches and aircraft design with the profligacy we seem to revert to when the critical system in question is our planet, the Spaceship Earth which Wilf described in his TedxBrisbane talk in November 2011.

In the short time that I corresponded with Wilf, I found him compassionate, charming, funny, engaging, intelligent and unswervingly interested in the preservation of this wonderful mystery we call life, in its many forms.  It is a great shame that he passed away before the world was properly exposed to his way of thinking.

This intimate video taken at one of Wilf’s seminars shows up close his passion for clear thinking and honest discussion, as well as the love he inspired in those that he met and worked with.

In his Tedx talk, he referenced Carl Sagan and his “Pale Blue Dot” speech, one of the most moving ever written, in my opinion.  It is best heard in Sagan’s own delightfully measured tones.

To Andrew ‘Wilf’ Wilford, for the work he did in life and the generosity he inspired in death.

Farewell, friend.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Critical Mass is a finished film, fully formed and ready to meet the world.

We have just launched an Indiegogo campaign in order to raise the money we need to clear archive rights so that we can distribute the film.  We’ve got great perks available, including posters, DVDs and Skype chats with Yours Truly.  All the details are in our spanking new video with animation by the amazing Ben Gregory and a sheen of beauty by our good friend Maz Power at The Finishing Factory:

With your help and involvement, Critical Mass will reach a global audience.  This film is our baby and it takes a village to raise a child.

Let’s make this happen!

I just got back from the Cannes Film Festival, where I had the chance to schmooze my socks off with the rest of the film industry’s hopefuls and helpfuls.  I was out there making contacts with sales agents, distributors, exhibitors, film festivals and other sundry personnel.  Making an indie movie requires a lot of personal energy put towards meeting people and talking the talk.  My throat is only now starting to recover.

I also had the chance to watch a fantastic documentary about every cinephile’s favourite producer, Roger Corman.  It’s called “Corman’s World”, directed by Alex Stapleton, and it’s simply wonderful.  Anyone out there who has the slightest inkling that they should just make a damn movie and hang the consequences will find it inspiring.  Roger Corman attended the screening himself and I even got the chance to shake his hand.  He has a very strong handshake for an octogenarian.

People were uniformly interested in Critical Mass as a project and we’ve had plenty of hits on the trailer, which is great.  Several meetings with sales agents went very well and the follow-ups here in London should be encouraging.  Coming back to the edit after a week in Cannes has me feeling energised and positive.  With the reactions the trailer and the film’s theme have received, I know our audience is out there and I know we can reach them.

For my environmentally-conscious readers, concerned that a trip to Cannes is a bit swanky for a documentary (in part) about ecological impact: don’t worry, I took the train.

Last night, I dropped some friends off at their hotel after a lovely evening.  We said our goodbyes and I headed for the Underground station nearby.  On my way, I passed several darkened doorways, and in two of them there were homeless guys settled in for the night.  Both of them were reading books.  My curiosity got the better of me and, as I passed the second guy, I asked him what he was reading.

Boolean algebra,” he said, tilting the book forward to show me pages covered in symbols which, as far as the depth of my understanding went, could have just as easily described interstellar space travel as algebraic logic problems.

I asked my new friend how he got into the subject.  He told me that he was an electrical engineer, working on synthesisers and other technological artefacts about which I am totally ignorant.  He got very excited talking about the different sound waves that his book described.  Apart from the dirt under his fingernails and a missing tooth, there was nothing about him that would keep him out of a job.  He got laid off during the recent crash and subsequently lost his apartment.  I’m sure there was more to his story, but he wanted to get back to his book and I had to catch the last train home.  I left him in the doorway, huddled up in his sleeping bag.

Years ago, I shared an apartment with a Filipino man and his wife.  His wife was a trained nurse and he was a telecom engineer.  They were living in London and working as a cleaner and a carpenter respectively.  They shared the box room of the flat and sent every penny they made back to their son in the Philippines.  Their earning power in the UK was better than it was back in the Philippines, even with all their specialised training.  I remember how shocked I was by the idea that a nurse got paid more for mopping toilets at Heathrow Airport than for saving lives in her home country.  I was younger then.

In Britain in 2011, and throughout the so-called developed world, people with valuable skills have lost their jobs and their homes through no fault of their own, no failure in their field of expertise.  They sleep in tents and doorways, waiting for the upturn that will make their skills economically viable again.

On my way back to the station, I passed a Starbucks.  They were hiring.