The other night I was looking for
something to watch on TV and my eyes fell on my Blu-ray of " 2012",
which I had bought in a sale some time ago, and for some reason hadn't got
around to watching. So I decided to give it a spin and popped it in the machine.
What can I say about 2012 other than
its two and half hours of comedy gold. It's about the ancient Mayan prophesy (or
something or other) that the world was going to end in 2012, so I guess it was
a disaster movie, which isn't one of my favourite genres. Several sequences had
me roaring with laughter. One last-second escape followed another last-second escape
until the film was just a string of last-second escapes. No car could drive
down the road without being chased by a fissure, no plane could fly without
having an underground train being thrown at it (just like in Skyfall, it
missed) and skyscrapers toppled over like dominoes. Sure the special effects
were pretty good, but the whole thing quickly took on the tone of a Warner
Brothers cartoon. As millions of people died in numerous horrible ways (most of
which we thankfully don't see) our hero, who is a failed writer, lives through
a sequence of disasters that would have killed even Batman. What's the Brave
New World to do with a failed writer?
Sadly for the film, we're all still
here in 2016. Just about. Does that mean that we, the people who paid good
money to see the film, either at the cinema or on DVD or Blu-ray, are eligible for
a refund? After all I'm sure many people went to see 2012 in the belief that the
prophesy was correct and that it was all going to happen; if not exactly in the
same way that it unfolds on screen. I'm sure others could sue for distress, for
making us believe that was world was going to end for real when there was
nothing to get worried about.
But if watching "2012" did
anything, it got me thinking about how much us humans enjoy predicting and
thinking about the end of the world.
Honestly, we're obsessed with it.
We actually enjoy it, in some obscene way. In fact I would go further and say
we’re looking forward to it.
For example, almost every day
there's a TV program about, well, the end of the world, playing on one station
or another, with our extinction caused by...
Meteorites.
Bird flu.
Super volcanoes.
Global warming.
Third world war.
Aliens.
Terrorists.
Skynet.
The Wrath of God (caused by
His/Hers/Its disapproval of, well, whatever it is you don't like).
The zombie apocalypse.
Cats becoming intelligent.
The list goes on and on.
Of course one day the world will actually
end – everything comes to an end, eventually -- but be it tomorrow or in several
million years from now, I bet you that there will be someone there saying,
"I told you so" with a big grin on his smug face as the world burns.
So why are we looking forward to the
end of the world so much? Why do we enjoy the anticipation? I guess one reason
would be because we dislike each other so much. After all "they" are greedy,
lazy, stupid, have a different skin colour, different religion, more/less money
and have generally lousy hygiene. We're more than happy to see "them"
get their comeuppance, forgetting that we will get our comeuppance along with
them, but we're willing to forget all that. For many people the end of the
world is selective, and we're not the ones being selected.
Another possibility is that we
enjoy the fear, like when we ride on a rollercoaster, or see a horror movie, or
takes part in an extreme sport. In a sense we know the world isn't going to end
tomorrow, but we like pretending -- when we hear that a meteorite will pass
within a million miles of the earth, or when we see the last ice-cap slip under
the waves, or if some chap sees the world exploding in his morning cornflakes –
that it will. Somehow these dangers feel remote to us, as if they're never
going to happen, and because of that we feel a little bit more alive. Living
life on the edge can sometimes be fun.
Of course, if anything is going to
destroy the world and wipe out humanity, it's more likely than not to be caused
by...humans. Yup those squidgy little organisms that celebrate greed and power above everything
else. (And even if you don't celebrate greed, you're forced to be greedy by the
system, or else you'll be living in a cardboard box under a bridge somewhere).
We have developed quite a knack for the self-destruction over the last few
thousand years and all it takes is some nutcase...
Or do we look forward to the end of
the world in the hope that it will bring a new start? A new beginning?
Something fresh and new. Sadly the chances are we won’t be around to see it for
ourselves, but maybe the time is right for the rise of feline empire. Let's
just hope were not their playthings.