In our extended essay (which we commend to your attention),
we considered the meme of cataclysmic weather events, as an
outward projection of inner conflicts. And in the movie under review, that was surely all
that was going on.
Additionally, however, there are societal turbulences over
this issue, which by no means spring from any purely internal-individual
neuroses. And -- this at a venture --- they might reflect a sort of visceral
perception that the “climate” of
public opinion is changing, in
strange ways; that formerly
reasonable people are losing their reason; that Something Is Brewing, we know not what. Something not easily describable in
rational or traditional terms.
We examined one such subterranean train of development,
here:
Another, here:
Meditation on a meteoro-metaphysical disaster
Others, God willing, to follow. For the patient is feverish, and we must needs take his pulse.
Meditation on a meteoro-metaphysical disaster
Others, God willing, to follow. For the patient is feverish, and we must needs take his pulse.
~
The novel Cien años de soledad (García Márquez) came
out way back in 1967, before Global Climate Change had overmastered the public
consciousness. And yet it
featured, as a signal motif, a tropical
storm lasting nearly five years.
The only thing comparable
is the Great Spot of Jupiter.
And indeed, the author intended the resonance to be otherworldly.
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