After revisiting several visionary movies from the late 90s I got the chilling sensation of how far we’ve been knocked off that era’s cerebral track. “The Matrix,” “Fight Club,” and “Office Space” are divergent films which start from essentially the same premise: that your reality is a prison but you can break free. The hysteria of 9/11 wrenched us out of these deep corners of the mind, then for years we endured the banality of a country at war grinding toward disillusionment.
An economic collapse washed away the last of the older generation’s motivation, and into the void desperate for “hope and change” stepped an inexperienced senator whose race was qualification enough to defeat numerous veteran politicians.
The wars continued during his two terms but the population fell into a stupor of addiction over the new vanity drug called social media. Like young children gleeful over a shiny new toy the American masses have completely given up their internal life for the potential of receiving unlimited praise from strangers around the world.
Simultaneously a strain of anti-thought fascism arose, hijacking words like tolerance, diversity, and human rights to browbeat a portion of the population into silence. The unspoken mantra of the New Left appears to be a perversion of the famous “we hold these truths to be self-evident” line where to disagree with them is the equivalent of saying that humans don’t breathe air.
The shocking victory by Donald Trump over their next would-be checkbox president has driven the Left into delirium. A month before the election I started telling people to prepare for “riots and tears” after Trump won—my only error being the order of these words. The Left was so blindsided that they wept first and only took to the streets after getting organized (i.e., making silly costumes and obtuse signs).
This brief history of the last 15 years relates to my initial thought on movies for two reasons. First, look at what Hollywood primarily makes today: either CGI-heavy, franchise action fluff or human degradation masquerading as savvy sex comedy. A far cry from the heady work that continued into the mid-2000s whose mantra could have read, “We’re all adults here, we can handle this challenging subject matter.”
Second, I am a creative writer heavily inspired by such classics as “Separate Tables,” “Save the Tiger,” and “Andrei Rublev.” When I think about what kind of movie I would write that’s relevant and forward-thinking in 2017, I choke on the conclusion that in this era characterized by neon-yoga-pant titillation and a refusal to let certain people even speak because their checkbox attributes are wrong—straight, white, male—the Left has abandoned common sense in its crusade to right every historical wrong.
Tragically, if artistic vision is not sufficient or even permitted to lead us then will have to do this the hard way and run a vicious gauntlet like Italy did during the 1930s. You should read Ignazio Silone’s “Fontamara” and watch the film “The Conformist” to experience what cost the human soul must pay when enduring fascism.
A part of me feels giddy thinking about that moment when the Left pokes one too many times and how when the shooting starts it will just mean we get to take out the trash. But then I recall how during our (first) Civil War Britain and France planned to aid the Confederacy and (in a tasty bit of historical irony) President Lincoln asked our allies Russia to send their fleet deter such an intervention.
The point is that no one on the Right actually wants real violence to break out because in war nothing ever goes according to plan. Opportunistic king-makers and amoral bankers are always waiting in the wings to parlay one empire into collapse while dangling the carrot of prosperity in front of the next group of yearning peasants. We do not want to risk America turning into Western Europe after the World Wars or Russia after their revolution.
The good news is that not everyone has been asleep. While Rip Van Liberal walks around in a pink pussy hat getting up to speed, those of us who did the unpopular work of skeptical intellectualism have broken through several of “truth’s protective layers” which Neil Armstrong cryptically alluded to. So much so that even the New Yorker just published an op-ed which touched on our manufactured reality by mashing together the Oscars’ Best Picture snafu, simulation theory, Trump’s election, and even video game “God mode” being responsible for the preposterous ending to the Super Bowl.
So maybe it’s all coming full circle and we’re getting back to where we were mentally nearly 20 years ago. Here’s hoping TPTB don’t try to derail us again with another false flag in the first year of a new president’s term like they pulled in 1993 and 2001, because today we’ve got the internet at our fingertips to instantly debunk and discredit them.
And of course there’s paper-mache Elon Musk now talking about going “back” to the Moon next year, but that’s a rant for another day!