I watched the movie this weekend and was absolutely blown away by its dark humor, satire, social commentary, and utter weirdness. I have no intention of spoiling the movie (even though it has been out long enough for most who had planned to watch it, have already—so if you haven’t—do so now).
After the movie, introspective and creative juices started flowing. Images of Jade, a city from a world without the sun, popped back in my noggin. A city I haven’t visited in years, but one I plan to temporarily live in the near future. A city not unlike the alternate Oakland of the film. A city not unlike our own metropolises.
A city filled with people who simply want to work, take care of their family, hang with friends, sing at church, pray, play, enjoy hobbies. A city filled with artists and performers. With inventors. Philosophers. Writers.
But every city has a darkness. A void of light that corrupts what it touches. Men and women who would sell their own mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, if it meant furthering their business empire.
A pressed Armani and winning smile doesn’t equate goodness. “For even Satan appears as an angel of light.” And Jesus Christ was a lowly carpenter.
At what point will a CEO stop to consider the condition of his/her workers and the environment in which they toil? How far is too far?
Profits with a goal of more profits—people being a means to an end. Until when—automation becomes more advanced?
A city where the salesman takes the inventor’s idea and peddles it as his own. Edison and Tesla. Pat Robertson and Christ.
But why are so many eager to believe the thief over the artist? No clear answer, but I am reminded of how quickly the poor and average turned on Christ when their leaders urged them to. If the average man and woman will so quickly turn on the healer of hearts, minds, bodies, and souls—nothing will stop them from turning on…well, anyone really.
“Forgive them Father, they know not what they do.”