Last night MB and I saw The Road. We both really liked it. The pacing was slow – which was fitting for the plot – but gripping. I was constantly tense and wondering what was going to happen next.
Even when I left to use the ladies’ room, I was on edge: I saw in the mirror the door of the stall I just was in swing shut and thought, What was that? And jumped into defense position. Haha, not. I don’t even know what “defense position” is.
A few other thoughts:
The movie was a realistic portrayal of people in a post-apocalyptic world. How would I know, right? But unlike other end of world movies, the people in this one aren’t necessarily bad ass. They don’t automatically know how to use weapons or fight. They’re not suspiciously well-groomed. After years of no moisturizer, SPF, or toothpaste, your skin and teeth are going to be fucked up, and fucked up they were.
I don’t know if I’d survive. I kept thinking about this throughout the whole movie. Would I make it? What would I do? I’m hungry right now because I haven’t had dinner – what if it was days and days since I last ate? How could I sleep?
MB might have a better chance of surviving. He knows martial arts, was in the military, and has lived in some harsh conditions. I thought if we were together in such a world, I’d have him train me every day. There’s no way I’d venture into a dark basement or tunnel completely defenseless.
The overabundance of our world is so strange in comparison. After the movie, we went to Whole Foods to pick up food for dinner. I know I was just in a movie for a couple of hours, not in war-torn Afghanistan, but I was still conscious of how much beautiful food there was.
I’d like to think I’d surprise myself with my bravery, that I’d be a good scavenger who wouldn’t resort to cannibalism and cruelty. But I guess that’s what makes the movie both good and disturbing. Those people probably thought the same thing.