annus horribilis in 1984, Peter Hyams movie realized in 2010 that was supposed to be the sequel to the legendary Stanley Kubrick's 2001. 2010, it was like 2001, adapting a masterpiece by Arthur C. Clark.
I have very vague memories of a movie that I was seeing at the cinema when it came out ... The only thing I remember was that I told myself that 2010 was going to be cool. 2010, was the near future, it was in 26 years, this would be the year of my forty years, there would be great sailing ships that sail in space and even if the Earth is on the verge of collapse, a great sailing ship, the exploration of Mars and the idea of a "first contact" (that was the subtitle of the film) with a "higher intelligence" swelled hope my silly adolescent heart. It was enough to wait 26 years. ... The
26 years, expected me to have them. Patiently.
Over the years, the reality of space travel have been summarized in the orbiting space station in a cramped and broleuse and sending satellites. The dream of a future magic has slowly transformed into a terrible situation: 2010 will be like the 1984 of my adolescence, with a few gadgets and more Michael Jackson and less.
Worse, the hope of the famous "first contact" with a "higher intelligence" seems to have been stored in the large closet of outdated ideas. We will spend 2010 between us, pondering our limits and we ask with the wonder of a bonobo discovering the joys of a battle of excrement, how we come to this: a false crisis, a real crisis of jobs, a fake flu vaccines purchased real for real and even false one billion cards in Belgium distributed to real New Yorkers who were not caring as much as a bad card Ulaanbaatar and here the true staging Areas of false outrage.
In 1948, George Orwell wrote his 1984. A wonderful anti-utopian nightmare. George Orwell made the same mistake that Arthur C. Clark, he believed that intelligence, in his evil case, would eventually be the engine of the world.
In 1985, Terry Brazil Guilliam realized he wanted to call 1984 1 / 2. Brazil was a quirky film where the dreams of men are muffled by the pervasiveness of health tips.
Guilliam Terry, had better understand that Clark Orwell or what the future would be made: a mountain of stupidity or an arrogant power would have to wander helplessly in the labyrinth of his neurosis. A blinded, self-centered world to thank you for the slightest fly falls into the machine. A world where there would be only a dream ... And yet.
I do not know why, but I, 2010, I do not feel it at all.
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