As much as I like much of Cormac McCarthy's writing and Viggo Mortensen's work, I barely made it through the first third of this film before calling it quits. Lawdy, lawdy, how I tried to make it to the halfway point, too. It was early; I was wide awake and primed for being intrigued.
But my core psychic temperature had already fallen too far too fast.
Didn't even have the urge to FFwd it to see how it turned out. That was, under the circumstances, the only socially responsible thing to do. What kind of anomie might I have sunken into, and how grey and grimy might I have rendered the worlds of my neighbours, compeers, and consorts, if it turned out that THE ROAD never DID turn out? If, however, you believe that the role of high-roller art today is to abet us in programming ourselves to fulfill the most individuated, alienated, bestial destiny of which Homo sappyins is capable — in the process pushing returns on personal security and pharmaceutical stocks through the stratosphere — then THE ROAD COULD WELL BE YOUR SACRED PATH.
You may be right, who knows. Just don't forget to add a few more boxes to your dehydrated-food stockpiles each week or two, or we may never find out.
But my core psychic temperature had already fallen too far too fast.
Didn't even have the urge to FFwd it to see how it turned out. That was, under the circumstances, the only socially responsible thing to do. What kind of anomie might I have sunken into, and how grey and grimy might I have rendered the worlds of my neighbours, compeers, and consorts, if it turned out that THE ROAD never DID turn out? If, however, you believe that the role of high-roller art today is to abet us in programming ourselves to fulfill the most individuated, alienated, bestial destiny of which Homo sappyins is capable — in the process pushing returns on personal security and pharmaceutical stocks through the stratosphere — then THE ROAD COULD WELL BE YOUR SACRED PATH.
You may be right, who knows. Just don't forget to add a few more boxes to your dehydrated-food stockpiles each week or two, or we may never find out.