I had both my grandsons with me for a couple of days last week. Grandson Kyle had popped in from DC on a surprise visit, and Grandson Patrick left his Clifton abode to hangout with us.
So after the mandatory trip(s) to Skyline for Kyle (I think that may be a major factor in his visits), we decided a movie was in order. Basically, it was picked by what time it was when we arrived at the ticket window, and who was willing to see which film.
I knew from the title that Doomsday was going to be apocalyptic. And it was all downhill from there. A virus arose in 2008 in Scotland – special effects of pustules, putrescence and pervasive panic. The solution? Erect a 30 foot wall along the old Roman wall separating England from Scotland, create a no-fly zone, and let them go.
Sometime later this century, the virus arrives in England anyway – a drab and debilitated England, since other countries have stayed away. Immediately the leadership walls itself off from the problem, and sends a crackerjack team headed by an Angelina Jolie-type actor through the Scots wall to find a scientist who may be alive and may have found a solution.
The special effects are great – if you like bodies squishing under tires, one of the crackerjack team members fried and then distributed as a special treat to a crowd of wildly dressed and tattooed futuristic Celts, several beheadings, etc, etc, etc.
It all turns out about as well as you’d expect.
I spent my time wondering why this culture’s vision (male? patriarchal? corporate?) is that folk left to themselves will create not peace and prosperity but viciousness and barbarity. And why does anyone believe that killing someone solves a problem of any sort?
p. s. There may be more on this later. I continue to wonder.