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Two summers ago, in 2004, the press heraldedThe
Day After Tomorrow as the film with the potential to
seriously impact the outcome of the election. Of course that
was before Tomorrow
opened – and became one of the summer’s biggest bombs. And we
all know what happened in November.
Now, two summers later,
An Inconvenient Truth
has arrived with graphics more real and haunting than most
CGI-laden popcorn-blockbusters. Just as with Hurricane Katrina
last summer, this documentary directed by Davis Guggenheim (but
more often referred to as “Al Gore’s movie”) might well be the
alarm clock that wakes an oversleeping populace.
Please let it be so – for it’s
nearly impossible to sit through Gore’s compelling recitations
about global warming and all its attendant calamities without
feeling seriously nauseous that we have allowed ourselves to
come this close to the brink. The facts and graphs are
sobering, but as suits a visual medium, it’s the photographs
which are often nearly heartbreaking. So much catastrophe:
floods, droughts, epidemics, heat waves, hurricanes and
typhoons. A litany of disaster, and even more sobering to
acknowledge that it’s happened in our lifetime. The sixty to
eighty years we are given on this planet – and this is what we
have done with our time?
As Gore makes clear, no longer
do we have the luxury of imagining global warming to be only a
political issue. Any moral being on this planet should
understand that the only political issue is believing that
nothing should be done. In point of fact, we already possess
everything we need to alter the march to complete planetary
destruction – and primary amongst them is the moral obligation
to do so.
What saves
An Inconvenient Truth
from being a doomsayer’s apocalyptic tale is Gore’s focus on the
future and his belief that once we are aware of the problem, we
will work together to solve it. With knowledge comes power –
and responsibility – and for all those who have ever been
inspired by the planet’s beauty, whether from high atop
Kilimanjaro or deep in Patagonia, or merely alongside the river
which runs through the back forty, the time is now. We owe it
to Earth. |