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‘Fury Road’ And Other Films About Cataclysm Allow Our Vulnerabilities To Be Laid Bare, Our Catharsis Shared

‘Fury Road’ And Other Films About Cataclysm Allow Our Vulnerabilities To Be Laid Bare, Our Catharsis Shared

By Jeffrey Fleishman, Los Angeles Times (TNS)

The mad machines of the overlords sprung from the apocalypse. The great cities beyond the plains of silence no longer existed. The land was ravaged, resources scarce. All that remained of the past was a story about a time when the Earth was green and the rivers flowed.

Mad Max: Fury Road careens through a battered world like a rabid ferret. The new film by George Miller is visually riveting and technologically stunning. But it’s a tale as old as existence. Since man first etched images on cave walls, he has pondered his demise, whether by fires, storms, meteors, gods, wars, plagues, alien invaders, nuclear weapons, financial meltdowns, or anything that speaks to his insignificance against the designs of larger forces.

We are at once frightened by and drawn to the precipice. Movies about cataclysm articulate our anxieties and — despite insipid dialogue littering the fiery road to oblivion — allow our vulnerabilities to be laid bare, our catharsis shared.

During the Cold War, films such as Invasion of the Body Snatchers and Dr. Strangelove embodied our paranoia about the Soviet menace and nuclear annihilation. Over the last 20 years, movies about the end of days have been steady. Contagion deals with a global pandemic, Independence Day has us tangling with laser-slinging aliens, The Day After Tomorrow sticks us in the deep-freeze of climate change, and Deep Impact sends comets rocketing our way.

Among the most stark and poetic of doomsday cinema is The Road, based on the story by Cormac McCarthy about a man and his son traveling like vagabonds through a scoured landscape of post-Armageddon. “Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before,” the novel begins. “Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world.”

Cinema and literature remind us that our resources are finite, our demons many, and that despite our capacity for wonder we possess the conceit and folly to turn the planet into a vicious Darwinian struggle. No one knows this better than Hollywood, ground zero for big-budget calamity, including San Andreas, the new earthquake epic set in Southern California.

“We’ve always been smaller than nature,” said Hal Ackerman, co-chair of the screenwriting program at the UCLA School of Theater, Film and Television. “We look to the universe and the stars and wonder how we got here.”

The search for meaning and a way to cope gave rise to allegories, myths, science, and religion. The Bible’s Old Testament conjured plagues of locusts, lice, boils, darkness and hail even before the Book of Revelation unleashed the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Greek gods toyed with mortals, sending Odysseus toward conniving sirens, a Cyclops and other dangers on his journey home from war. These tales defined the early canon of Western literature and showed that despite heroism and resilience man was hostage to elements beyond his control.
The words of 17th century philosopher Thomas Hobbes — if spoken by James Earl Jones or Morgan Freeman — would have made an ominous opening voice-over for the new Mad Max film. “No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death: and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short.”

These days, social media have allowed us to enter the global narrative and witness our dangers in real time. Charlize Theron, who plays a rebel with a quick gun and a menacing stare in Mad Max: Fury Road, said after a recent screening in Cannes that the film addressed issues of “global warming and issues of drought and the value of water, leadership becoming completely out of hand.”

“There are images right now on Google of Sahara desert sand being blown like that in that state all through (Africa),” she told reporters. “And it’s absolutely frightening … and it’s in a world that I think makes it even scarier because it is something that is not that far off if we don’t pull it together.”

Twitter feeds and YouTube have upped the stakes for Hollywood in its ability to surprise and shock us. “Movies have to create larger, extravagant spectacles to compete,” said Ackerman, author of Write Screenplays That Sell: The Ackerman Way. “It’s all about technology. The ideas behind (apocalypse stories) haven’t really changed. But it’s the execution that’s so much more sophisticated.”

Much of what imperils is insidious, creeping; not hurtling toward us. The news illuminates the immediate and extraordinary. But often not the incremental, such as how to handle the impact of a 1-degree rise in global temperature, the U.S.’ increasing reliance on pharmaceuticals or a mutated viral strain edging through the African jungle.

Such stories “are slow moving, and we don’t react to that,” said Scott Z. Burns, who wrote the screenplay for Contagion and produced the Academy Award-winning documentary about global warming, An Inconvenient Truth. “Human beings have a very tricky relationship with risk assessment…. But in a movie, you can speed (a threat) up so that it does connect to the primal.” He added: “We have a water problem in California. Let’s extrapolate on that and see where it goes.”

Burns is working on a scripted series for Showtime about our declining infrastructure. “That’s really interesting,” he said. “What happens when the things that appear to be solid become less reliable. Things that aren’t supposed to fall apart are falling apart.” He added that neglect and decay may mean that, despite our ingenuity and defiance of gravity, “the buildings at some point will come back to get us.”

But by the time the Earth starts to shake, buildings crumble and the overlords in Mad Max kill for water, rational thought has been blurred by the instinct to survive.

“We get crippled by fear,” said Burns. “We don’t really know what’s going on, and we become reactive to the wrong thing when confronted with a crisis.”

(c)2015 Los Angeles Times. Distributed by Tribune Content Agency, LLC.

‘Mad Max’ Movie: A Feminist Trick?

‘Mad Max’ Movie: A Feminist Trick?

I was warned not to see the new apocalyptic thriller Mad Max: Fury Road.

I was told it was emasculating feminist propaganda cleverly disguised as an explosion-filled action flick.

But did I listen to the so-called men’s rights advocates who are boycotting the movie? No, I didn’t. I charged forward, man-like, and boldly asked my wife if it was OK for me to go see a movie.

Then I headed to the theater, floating on a wave of my own testosterone. I sat — legs spread wide, alpha-male-style — and focused my dude-eyes on the screen, ready to do mental battle with whatever liberal feminist nonsense appeared.

If you’re unfamiliar with controversy swirling around the new Mad Max movie, here’s a quick rundown:

There are men out there who believe America is being feminized and that real men — men who are tough and non-girly and totally secure in their masculinity and not in any way weird or scary — are being pushed to the fringes of society.

These men are sometimes called “meninists” or members of the “men’s rights movement” or all manner of “other things” that appear in “quote marks” because they don’t make any sense.

A writer on the website Return of Kings — a popular blog for “heterosexual, masculine men” — wrote a piece explaining why the Mad Max movie, which he refuses to see, is offensive to men.

First off, it has a strong female character played by Charlize Theron who has the audacity to give Mad Max orders. Second, and probably worst of all, the woman who wrote the play The Vagina Monologues was a consultant to the movie’s director.

Per the blog post: “This is the vehicle by which they are guaranteed to force a lecture on feminism down your throat. This is the Trojan Horse feminists and Hollywood leftists will use to (vainly) insist on the trope women are equal to men in all things, including physique, strength and logic.”

He then extols men to not see the movie, to not be lured in by “fire tornadoes and explosions.”

I had two problems with that:

1) I REALLY like fire tornadoes and explosions.

2) I can’t imagine anything less manly than letting some other dude tell me what movie I can or can’t see.

So I put on my big-boy pants and went to meet the man-shaming cinematic nightmare face to face.

It was a harrowing experience.

For starters, there were a few women in the film. That means I was forced to acknowledge that women exist, which took my attention away from the incessant gunfire, the hundreds of male actors and the mid-air impalements.

Everyone knows the only movies acceptable to heterosexual, masculine men are ones featuring wall-to-wall dudes. Mad Max failed that test miserably.

Adding to the feminine intrusion, Theron’s character was called Imperator Furiosa, a classic girly name. As I had been warned by my meninist pals, Furiosa was Mad Max’s equal in killing, thinking about killing, and staring off into the distance while not speaking.

That’s absurd. God intended action movies as vehicles for men to show their toughness and brutality while women do more womanly things like getting kidnapped by men and then getting un-kidnapped by other men.

One scene along Fury Road stood out in particular as a cinematic atrocity against my endangered gender. With only a few bullets left, Mad Max tries to take out a bad guy’s vehicle. He shoots and misses, then shoots and misses again.

Then, without even politely asking permission, Furiosa — who I’ll remind you is female — takes the gun from Max and shoots the vehicle, causing it to burst into flames.

The moment was so heavy on the feminism I was worried my penis might fall off. (I was able to keep it on by thinking about America’s lack of paid maternity leave.)

Unless you have an impenetrable shield of manliness like I do, there’s a very good chance you’ll walk out of Mad Max: Fury Road with a desire to engage in non-meninist behavior, like treating women as equals.

I strongly recommend that all men’s rights advocates steer clear of this dangerous new movie. In fact, stay indoors at all times. And while you’re at it, cease all communication with the outside world.

Seriously, be very, very quiet, lest you become feminized.

I’ll let you know when it’s safe to come out.

I promise.

Rex Huppke is a columnist for The Chicago Tribune and a noted hypocrisy enthusiast. You can email him at rhuppke@tribune.com or follow him on Twitter at @RexHuppke. 

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