FEAR OF A FEELING PLANET -- A REVIEW OF KURT WIMMER'S "EQUILIBRIUM" |
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by Charles Carreon
Equilibrium -- Little Movies Kurt Wimmer, who wrote the screenplay and directed Equilibrium, explained in a December 2003 interview that he underwent a psychic renaissance some years back, after years of emotional shutdown. Wimmer explains that he shut down emotionally after he suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous art-school assholes, and decided all art was shit. Eventually, he went back into some European museums and realized he'd made a mistake. Art is great, and he wanted to feel again. So Equilibrium, for him, is about fighting back against emotional repression. In an interview before the movie's release, Wimmer noted that in Libria, the fictional world of the movie, sense materials are banned with the "EC10" rating, that "EC" stands for "Emotional Content," and that he explicitly relates this to the Motion Picture Association of America's content rating system, with its PG13 and NC17 ratings. As a screenwriter, I presume he's felt plenty of pressure to write within these demarcations, which is undoubtedly difficult and frustrating. But for me, the movie was good for a great deal more than voicing a complaint about modern censorship. I heard and saw the movie from the perspective of one who sees Americans daily gobbling up Eastern philosophies that urge the annihilation of feelings. Some critics decried the movie's premise as absurd, but I do not find it so. Buddhism, especially as understood by many Americans, takes it as an article of faith that feelings cause problems and people are better off without them. Most people imagine this as a favorable condition, in which they are not bothered by intrusive or unpleasant feelings, but that's not how it works in actual practice, which often becomes a war against all emotion arising in the meditator's mind. For example, the four "noble truths" of Buddhism are: 1. Life is suffering
Whether the Buddha really laid out his philosophy in this fashion, we'll never know, and different people believe different things. For example, Tibetan Buddhists give lip service to the four noble truths, but in practice, find desire too attractive to abandon. Suffice it to say that the Buddhist four noble truths somewhat resemble the precepts that guide the Librians: 1. Humans engaged in
wars for centuries Wimmer didn't mention Buddhism at all in the interview, which surprised me at first. He had plenty to say about the mechanics of casting the film (it wasn't easy), finding the monolithic architecture (Albert Speer's Germany), and working with Christian Bale (splendid). He seemed almost to disclaim the idea that there was an overarching social theme binding his work to 1984 and the other dystopian epics. He distanced himself from the idea that the work was a form of social commentary. He relished discussing filming the Gun Kata sequences, which he himself designed as the apotheosis of the gunslinger's art. He just never seems to have much to say about the authoritarian ethos as an objective phenomenon, suggesting it merely provides a social frame for the mental atmosphere of emotional suppression. If Wimmer is being candid about his perception of the film, he has produced more than he realizes. Equilibrium shows us how Western technocratic efficiency could be blended with Eastern didactic methods to mold society into a pliable whole whose citizens accept complete domination as the price of peace. In Libria, the citizens are under the vigilant eyes of heavily armed men at all times. Each person is relegated to their space. Solitude and uniformity are the two attributes of the Librians. At every turn, the Librians are reminded of their good fortune to be in this condition. Each one keeps watch on every other, helping them to guard against the evils of sense offense. Ironically, the defenders of the system, the Grammaton Clerics, are finely developed sensors, who mask their ability to feel under the title of Intuition. This Intuition they place at the service of ferreting out sense offenders. The GCs are thus able to enjoy exercising their feelings as emotional dowsers, while keeping the blame pointed at the sense offenders for having feelings in the first place. GCs are the government point-men and designated hitters in the frequent shootouts with armed sense offenders, who are loath to surrender themselves for Processing, and persist in hopelessly defending their hoarded copies of old paintings, brickabrack, and cool junk stashed in little hidden rooms. Hopelessly because Preston and other GCs, when pressed, perform the Gun Kata with great accuracy, killing the hell out of every damn sense offender in sight and out of sight, in a whirling blaze of bullets that is highly Asian in its derivation. A Grammaton Cleric channels sensing into Intuition, and aggression into lawful killing, which is a moral imperative, because of the great risk that feelings pose to society at large. Librians compete to demonstrate loyalty to Father, by rejecting their impulse to feel with eager certainty. Libria rewards those citizens who pursue their practice of self-repression zealously. In Libria, all public gatherings are supervised by men dressed in body armor and motorcycle helmets, patrolling with assault rifles at the ready. All public gatherings appear to be for the purpose of imbibing Father's wisdom, which flows freely from giant telescreens, all day, every day. The Clerics are just footsoldiers, of course. When they get old and start to show signs of feeling, they are pushed aside and ground underfoot. Only ignorant youth can abide the claustrophobic restraint. The Clerics, true believers, are the front line in the battle against common sense. The Clerics are subject to pressure from above, however, and when Preston gets called on the carpet, it's a very nice carpet, in a room with beautiful marble pillars, and sumptuous Renaissance paintings adorning the walls. The members of Father's inner circle are apparently free to acquire and enjoy sense objects. Hypocrisy is the true tent pole of authoritarian doctrines that prescribe the right course of conduct for every individual. In Tibetan Buddhism, it has been routinely revealed, the authorities are completely unable to walk their talk. Celibacy has apparently been honored only in the breach by many teachers, both the prominent and the obscure. Similarly, while preaching patience and serenity, many lamas use anger and blackmail to influence the behavior of their students. On this one-way street, the lamas are always free to manifest emotions, and students never are. Loyalty is the first and last rule in Libria, and in Tibetan Buddhism. As Preston discovers that the Librian system is fundamentally anti-life, he argues to Father's top man that, if sense offenders are simply to be killed upon discovery, without any process whatsoever, it is simply mayhem. In response, he is told that process does not matter. What matters is our obedience to the will of Father. For anyone who has been involved in a cult, this exchange is familiar. That is when we know that the cult is telling us to kiss our conscience goodbye, and learn to follow orders. The increasing popularity of a philosophy that leads in that direction is a cause for concern. Equilibrium, intentionally or unintentionally, shines a bright light on the problem. Many critics have derided the movie, chanting Orwell, as if they were not the very purveyors of dishonest speech that Orwell exposed in "Politics and The English Language." Ty Burr of the Boston Globe committed a primary Orwell sin against the English language when he spouted this criticism of Equilibrium: "what once was conviction is now affectation." This statement is very bad English, not grammatically, or stylistically, but rather in the way Orwell primarily identified -- it says nothing. Consider these questions: (1) Who was it that once had this "conviction?" (2) What "conviction" was it that they held? (3) What relation did this "conviction" have to the "real Orwell"? (4) When did this presumably meritorious "conviction" attain the status of a hoary social dogma, so that nowadays, dystopian visions are mere "affectations?" and (5) Since when did it become the vogue to pay homage to Orwell with Orwellian proclamations? Indeed, the critics seem to have been dispatched on their own clerical missions as enforcers for the media chieftains. Adopting the favored Big Lie strategy of painting themselves as precisely what they are not, these critics venerate the name of Orwell to attack the living spirit of dissent that Orwell championed. I would wager real money that most of these critics last read Orwell in high school or college, and are comparing Equilibrium with their vague recollection of that work. Somehow they have missed the fact that Christian Bale delivers a tremendous depiction of emotional repression as Preston, the exemplary Cleric, and that the character of Preston's son is masterfully presented by a young actor whose taut reserve and well-contained spite surprisingly transform in a scene that is as tender as a dystopian movie can possibly manage without breaking the illusion. Particularly slavish in their knee-jerk condemnation of this movie were Sean Axmaker of the Seattle Post, and Manohla Dargis of the LA Times. Dargis appears actually not to have seen the movie, but had to make deadline and dinner, too, so it was just as easy to trash a movie all the other critics were trashing. The review leaves you with nothing but an aftertaste of fussy impatience. Josh Bell, writing for the literary powerhouse, Las Vegas Weekly, committed ludicrous offense to the English language with what Orwell called a "dead metaphor": "Wimmer delivers the already labored story with the subtlety of a sledgehammer." This phrase was born to be delivered directly to the "huge dump of worn-out metaphors which have lost all evocative power and are merely used because they save people the trouble of inventing phrases for themselves." Please note how vividly Orwell's "dump" appears before your eyes, unlike Bell's sledgehammer, which collapses of its own weight, and fails to injure the target. After reading all the serious critical assessments of Equilibrium, it would be fun to read what these same critics said about "Millionaire," "Survivor," or are saying about the latest TV "reality" epic, which I think is called "Trump Jerks Off!" Undoubtedly we will find the serious brows of these lofty critics creased with worry about these cheesy distractions. Not! These critics, in the interest of "giving good copy" to their media overlords, try to make everyone feel good about how ordinary folks love the current reality-fare, which is truly Orwellian. The concerted effort to massacre a film that warns of media consolidation and mind control was planned and executed by people who are desperately afraid of its message. A culture of emotional suppression may seem like the farthest thing from those of us suffering from sensory overload, advertising poisoning, and information glut. However, in precisely this environment, lots of people are beginning to think that feelings really are our problem. There is widespread acceptance of meditation jargon that declares the "ego" or "self" to be an enemy, an illusory enemy that steals happiness. It seems like I meet someone everyday who blandly declares that our selves are illusory. I almost feel too polite to object to my own disappearance. Perhaps people aren't ready to start shooting Prozium into their neck like chickens getting a hormone injection, but they sure gulp all the Prozac they can get their hands on. Chemical regulation of human behavior is on the agenda of both government and the international drug companies. We are always on the search for painkillers and stimulants that do not have the "drawback" of causing euphoria like morphine and amphetamines. Taking Viagra, a dangerous drug that is killing large numbers of young men, is seen as the equivalent of buying a nice truck that will make you look like a stud. Blowfish toxin is being explored as a non-addictive painkiller. Modafinil is supposed to keep you awake for two or three days, without making you feel excessively glad to be alive. There's tremendous lost productivity due to emotionality. People take sick days, stress leave, and murder their coworkers when they get too emotional. They talk back to management, ask questions about their job benefits, and get their hackles up about work conditions. Wouldn't it be great if we had a drug that made people not want to ever join a union? Of course, people wouldn't take it if you called it Disperse! But if you called it something else, like Attune, then people would be more interested. American citizens are uncertain whether our government really is "of the people, for the people, and by the people." Awed by our government's restless exercise of military power, bowled over by the government's intrusion into our privacy, hamstrung by the new fetish for "security," people increasingly feel irrelevant. We have our own Father, a white dominator who is never too busy to punish the evildoer, never straying far from the rules of a hundred years ago. Our Father took power without permission, and has kept the populace cowed for three years. We may not be herded into stadiums to listen to harangues yet, but personally, I don't want to live anywhere near one. _______________ American-Buddha Librarian's Comment (The Author's Wife): Charles forgot to talk about the best part, the most feeling part, which is the point of the whole movie. That Preston has the guts to not only stop taking prozium and feel, he goes all the way to feel in the most sublime manner ever: He has the guts to go to the morgue and tell his dead friend he is sorry. He has the guts to go back and revisit his wife's incineration with audio, and discover the unfeeling person he was when he let his wife die. Then, for the sake of his soul, he knows that he has to make an effort to be with Mary O'Brien who is about to die, no matter what it costs him. His efforts are rewarded with one last look between them, and that means everything, especially to her. Then he has the guts to go outside, and in a public place, break down and cry. This is a movie about guts and redemption! And I love it when Mary grabs the gun from a tetragrammaton cleric and points it straight at Preston, and then the pencil during her interrogation, and leaps over the table to kill him. Make your last act worthwhile. None of this simpy religious shit of turning the other cheek and letting the bad guys win. No passive walking into Hitler's gas chambers. Bravo, and bravo again! I thought I might have something to worry about in the younger generation, but now I know I need fear nothing. These kids are amazing. I am very impressed at the depth of their feeling. This is one of the most enlightened movies around. I look long and hard for a movie of this quality. I have a few corrections to Kurt's philosophy, though, as I strongly disagree that feelings are naturally chaos or paradoxical -- oh, no, my dear boy, they are neither! And they don't need to be controlled. This chaos-paradox thing is simply an Illuminati-conditioned response. There is so much intelligence in them it would curl your hair. And they do not mix! Each emotion has its own place. Listen closely, and you will experience the purest aspect of reality. You're looking at the purest of human energy. Like that's really who we are. We are deep. That's why when people hurt other people from anything but the purest justice, because there is not enough time or power to bring them to justice, or as a symbolic statement, it is a crime that can never be redeemed. If you hurt people, you are a demon. We shouldn't forget that. We should know who our enemies are. There is absolutely no difference between a Democrat who kills and a Republican who kills. And if I were everyone, I'd eliminate the words "chaos" and "paradox" entirely from my vocabulary. Chaos is for those who don't know how to feel; paradox, for those who want to confuse categories. Feeling is pure intelligence. The more you feel, the smarter you are. But it takes a lot of guts. It hurts to feel what other people feel. Knowledge is painful. You don't have to go very far with it before it truly becomes too much. Like how much pure raw electrical energy can you stand before you light up like a firecracker? You might actually stop your heart from beating. I myself feel like a totally abused woman, and I have the most charmed life ever. That's because I feel the crying of the world all the time. Especially, I hear the Iraqi women crying, but there are so many others. How much horror can we stand? I thought most everyone was a Christian, or someone who adhered to some other commandment saying "Do Not Kill!" Well, son-of-a-gun, what the hell happened? Did they just toss all that religion out for George Bush? Is George greater than God right now? Something weird has happened. People have lost all of their brains. I guess people don't really believe in God after all. What a surprise! Religion is just a formality. What they really are is a lot of people who are afraid, and afraid people are dangerous. But how could life be worth this? This slavery? This cannibalism? We may as well be eating our own children. People would kill rather than have the guts to live without fear. You become afraid, immediately you fall into their trap. Then, it's just a matter of them telling you who your enemy is. Then, you may as well be batting at demons in the dark. Contrary to childish expectations, the good guys are NOT on our side. Our Father is not a good father, but a bad father. Who can argue with this? The DEA and CIA importing tons of heroin and cocaine into our country -- just one example among many evils allowed in our world -- and catching the offenders on our side, is just God letting Satan do his tempting, testing work. They are totally justified. Justified by a schizophrenic, twisted, demonic religion.
The scene where DuPont questions Preston about how his wife's sense offense escaped his notice. Obviously, prozium does nothing to actually erase one's ability to feel, it just drives it underground, putting it at the service of the oppressors. Love is so repressed, that Preston doesn't even know he has it, which is the reason why he didn't recognize his wife's sense offense. He's a man with love who doesn't know it. Why? Then he looks over at the black guard with the machine gun, because they'll kill him if he knows it. This is confirmed when Errol tells him in the ruined chapel in a beautiful scene which in Errol's unwavering attention to the book, holding onto it even in death, is reminiscent of Guy Montag's lawless obsession for reading in Truffaut's Fahrenheit 451, "You always knew." But why did you have to make the guy who gets his face sliced off black? Getting your face sliced off is pretty severe. Why couldn't he have been a white guy? This scene looks downright racist to me. I don't even know why a black guy would even play a part like this, except that's all the roles white people will give 'em, a sad commentary in itself. He obviously can't stand up and make this objection himself. He acts like a tough guy, but he's not allowed to be a really tough guy, or have any pride, because he's nothing but a sacrificial lamb. I would have played up the pun aspect of some white guy losing face. It's too violent all by itself. It should have had a metaphorical meaning attached to it. This kind of shit produces a backlash, Kurt. I want to put the guy's black face together again, and inflict the face-slicing on the perpetrator, which would be the good guy. Bad move, Kurt. That almost makes three strikes against this movie: chaos, paradox and racism. You gotta watch out for the Illuminati. Their ideas are everywhere. To make a good movie, you gotta take a really strong anti-illuminati anti-nihilism injection. And I didn't like the cult feel to "The Underground." What, is this Jurgen guy supposed to be some kind of guru? Some Western guru with blond (or red) hair? How Scottish Mason! His spirituality sucks. His control thing is childish. God, he can even read minds -- HOW STUPID! With restraint, and control, maybe you'll just let them ride all over you instead. You want to be careful! (Dripping sarcasm). Should I be taking lessons from sheep? From people who are practically brain-dead? Who just stand there looking stupid when they're lined up against the wall before the firing squad? Tell the caterpillar that it needs to have restraint and control so it can forget how to walk. This is definitely the propaganda of the caterpillar's enemies. One last thing: The root of libria is the latin root for weight, as in "libra," which is a pound in Spanish, or a "livre" in French. Libria also alludes to the scales, as in the astrological sign "libra," and to the tranquilizer "librium" and is the root of "equilibrium," i.e. the point of balance. This phonetically overlaps with the root of liberty, "libera" or "liber," as in "libertad," in Spanish, "liberte" in French, and "liberty" in English, but none of these words derive from the same root as libria, which shares a root with words concerning weight and balance. It appears to be precisely what it's not. It's another doppelganger, like Santa and Satan. Basically it's two letters trading places. "The later 20th Century saw the fortuitous and simultaneous rise of two synergistic political and psychological sciences. The first, the revolutionary precept of the hate crime." -- What is that, gizmo speak? See, now I'm getting nasty. And what is this shite about how some of us have to not feel in order that others can? You know what Kurt is really hiding? The fact that his movie is EXTREMELY subversive. He is flat-out asking for a military coup at the highest levels of the government. Preston is the highest-ranking Cleric of the Tetragrammaton. It is he who is being asked to lead the revolution. BRAVO, KURT, TO THE END OF TIME! YOU'VE GOT BALLS! NO ONE ELSE HAS DONE WHAT YOU'VE DONE. YOU ARE A MAN OF MY OWN SPIRIT.
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