If dragon-tattooed Lisbeth Salander weren’t so antisocial, she’d be Elsa and Clive’s pal. They wear black leather to meetings with the pharmaceutical honcho who funds their research (Simona Maicanescu in a suggestive, understated turn). They do their work splicing different species’ DNA to create new living forms while listening to indie-rock and jazz grooves. How cool? Their research facility goes by the acronym N.E.R.D. The hipster pair seem a little too cool for geek school. The fact that Wired magazine put the pair, played by Adrien Brody and Sarah Polley, on its cover doesn’t make it much easier. The hardest fiction to swallow in Vincenzo Natali’s provocative sci-fi thriller “Splice” may well be the youth of the research couple at the center of the story of DNA tinkering gone bad.Ĭlive and Elsa head a multimillion- dollar research facility. Some sort of change is in order.Digital Replica Edition Home Page Close Menu The fast and growing emergence of woke capital, and its host of negative side effects, warrants a strong and earnest re-examination by American citizens regarding just what values, virtues, and practices are worth preserving, creating, and re-awakening, and what are in need of elimination. Such hyper-individualism, of both the left and right variety, is contrary to the nature and flourishing of man and society. Global market demands incentivize the kind of craven and irrational hatred and disavowal of one’s own heritage displayed by Ben, Jerry and others, since the bulwarks of faith, family, and flag stand as the most sturdy natural impediments against new potential markets and the optimal economic free-flow of more “Chubby Hubby.” More examples: from razors, to beer, to chicken to banks, to department stores, to chocolate bars as hyper-individualistic elements of left-wing socio-sexual liberalism combine with elements of hyper-individualistic, right-wing economic liberalism into a potent acid that’s fast dissolving the remaining reference points of the traditional, local and familiar.
Splice movie free free#
It isn’t isolated to just ice cream, but is demonstrative of the growing emergence of “woke capital,” the pernicious fusion of social justice ideology with features of the global free market. The situation I’ve described isn’t one in isolation but could be an accurate description of Anywhere, USA. It was just ice cream.įast-forward to the present, and Peaceful Meadows is going out of business metaphysically evaporating once from the collective local memory of the families, friends, animals, and land from which it organically emerged, and replaced by a faceless, multi-billion-dollar conglomerate with an international supply chain and carbon footprint spanning 6 whole continents, and now calling, essentially, for the wholesale erasure of America itself. None of this struck me as all that bad at the time. I also remember they were environmentalists and animal rights advocates. I remember they had some interesting flavor combinations and names that signaled that they leaned to the left names like Cherry Garcia, Phish Food, Half-Baked, and later Yes Pecan, in honor of Barack Obama. I’m not sure when I first heard of Ben & Jerry’s. As a result, I was fortunate to witness two baby calves born in the stable on separate autumn nights. Some years later, my mom, as well as some other family and friends, ended up working there for a time as servers. Like every kid who ever visited Peaceful Meadows during that time period, I got to pat some of the cows in the barn out back. I remember watching the exploding fireworks in the sky-it was July 4 th-through the back seat window of our family’s 1978 Chevy Nova as I rushed to finish the chocolate ice cream melting onto my hand. With regard to Peaceful Meadows as a kid, I remember my parents taking my sister and me there for our first ice creams. However, they’re symptomatic of an existential conflict: over values, identity, and the future, occurring both within American and within the greater Western mind at large.
On a superficial reading, these data points are just two separate and unrelated stories involving different brands of ice cream. The second was about internationally-famous Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream, announcing publicly a call for the mandatory return of Mount Rushmore and other “stolen indigenous lands": to existing members of the Lakota Sioux tribe. The first was that of the scheduled auctioning-off of my local, hometown ice cream shop, Peaceful Meadows: a family-run, locally and naturally-processed ice cream shop/cow-farm that has existed for 61 years in my hometown of Whitman, MA.
I heard two different stories about two different ice cream companies, reflective of Massachusetts and the fate of America.
0 kommentar(er)
