Idiocracy
came out 13 years ago, in 2006. Yet it could not be a more scarily prescient
depiction of our current shitstorm of climate disaster and impending
extinction.
The movie on its own is a piece of
sharp-witted genius. Produced by Mike Judge (of Office Space fame, another
absolutely classic social commentary), it follows an extraordinarily ordinary
guy as he muddles his way through the society he has found himself in 500 years
in the future. He's surrounded by karst-trash peaks, spectacular morons with
root vegetable-levels of self-awareness, a ubiquitous soda terrifyingly named
Brawndo, and an economic, social and political system that is as life-affirming
as a handful of shit for Christmas.
In 2016, when Donald Trump became President
of the United States of America, many film buffs jokingly but with an edge of
nervous concern remarked that the premise of Idiocracy was sure enough
coming to light. Even scriptwriter Etan Cohen flippantly weighed in.
There are certainly parallels between Trump's and Camacho's (played flawlessly
by Terry Crews) presidential campaigns: shrieking nationalism, guns, and
meme-worthy lies (who said "it's not corrupt if everyone knows you're
doing it"?). You could write a whole thesis on the foresight of Idiocracy
on the USA's political mudslide between the years 2015-2020 (and I'm somewhat
surprised and disappointed Michael Moore didn't touch on it in Fahrenheit
11/9). Plus, the gradual takeover of entire industries and government
departments by extreme corporations like Brawndo and Carl's Jr. is like a
modern-day parable. But there's something much more ominous, something terrible
you get the slow, agonizing realization the movie was prophesizing.
One of the first shots we see of this brave
new world Joe Bowers (Luke Wilson) steps into is the apocalyptically steaming
Kilimanjaros of trash that sprout human dwellings, a visual resurrection of the
term "crapshack". This is Out-of-Control Solid Waste Pollution whose
set location could now easily be the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, or Beijing's
Plastic Gobi, or the Ganges or Citarum. That's without mentioning
microplastics, which are probably now running through our tap water and even
our veins. Will we, like Frito Pendejo Esq., the sub-hero of our movie,
eventually be so undeterred by living atop a fecal-fragrant topography? Will we
be too busy "'batin'" to care?
Before long, Joe the ordinary guy ends up
getting recruited as Secretary of the Interior for his relatively astronomical
"intelligence" (shout out to David Bernhardt), and is instantly
tasked with the near-impossible task of solving the [quote]. This is nothing if
not a pointed nod to rampant drought that in the year of the movie's release,
ravaged south Australia, parts of England and nearly 40% of the US. Judge
couldn't possibly have predicted it, but these dry disasters have been
exacer-batin' year on year since then, most notably in the Midwest,
southeastern US, California, Mexico, Brazil's main metropolises, the Sahel
(twice), East Africa; even arguably catalyzing the Syrian civil war.
The scientific causes may be different, but
the oafishness of the human species underlying it is the same. In Idiocracy,
plants no longer grow because they have been absorbing Brawndo, which is
believed to have "what plants crave. It's got electrolytes". It only
takes Joe a swift measure of water ("like, out the toilet?") to
encourage a green shoot to appear on the barren landscape. Everyone is saved,
he is a hero and is appointed the new Mike Pence.
We too are facing a freshwater crisis right
now, albeit not because we are watering plants with a sports drink (yet). As
many as 2.1 billion people around the world do not have access to safe drinking
water, and 4.5 billion don't have safely managed water for sanitation. By 2050,
5 billion people could have poor access to fresh water. The world (or some of
it) has been watching in helpless horror at Cape Town's ongoing water shortage.
"Day Zero" is like an unfunny genuine forewarning to "what's
killing the crops".
If we reach the worst-case scenario of 8
degrees of global warming by the end of the century, we are coming up against
food deficits and land incapable of growing comestibles; namely a replica Idiocracy
future. In fact, any amount of warming will make this happen. Lack of rainfall
in that millennium drought of Australia meant that rice and cotton production
in the region fell 99 and 84% respectively. But unlike in Idiocracy, it
won't be a simple case of lack of water, no siree. Deadly heat waves, pests and
disease, rising sea levels and unpredictable storms will make growing crops
about as effective as teaching a manatee to quickstep. Climate breakdown is
like a dick tempest coming at us from all sides.
Even vegans are fucked - many of the plant
foods we grow have slowly been declining in nutritional value, a phenomenon known
as "nutrient collapse". Plants rely on both light and carbon dioxide
to grow, and lately they've been getting way too much of the latter. Rice,
barley, wheat and potatoes are all lower in protein, calcium, iron, and vitamin
C and higher in carbs than 20 years ago, known as the "junk-food
effect". This nutrient deficiency will affect millions of the planet's
poorest most severely by 2050. While Judge imagines the fall of
"civilization" as a result of dimwits reproducing willy-nilly, it
could well be nutrient deficiencies that stunt the global population's brain
development - if it's not the increased share of carbon dioxide in the air we
breathe.
In the Global North, our diets are slowly
degrading in nutritional value as we turn away from plants to processed foods
that satiate our imagined need for eNdLeSs pRoTeIn, which we already get too
much of. The minerals and vitamins we used to get from our relatively balanced
variety of foods is being replaced by this hegemonic idol of nutritionists and
Instagrammers, while most of us haven't a clue how much we need, let alone why.
Won't be too long before all we crave is "Brawndo... it's got
electrolytes."
Other movies and television such as Game of
Thrones, Mad Max, Interstellar have in some way or another imagined the climate
catastrophe ahead of us. But as David Wallace Wells notes, they have always
depicted it as as something that was not our fault, something alien coming at
us from the outside. Idiocracy, years ahead of those blockbusters, turns
that blamelessness on its head. We are all Frito (unless you happen to be Greta
Thunberg). We all let this happen, and are carrying on almost oblivious to the
fact that these changes are happening now, rather than in the dim and distant
future. Economics takes precedence over growing climate injustice and
ecological annihilation - "I can't believe you like money too, we should
hang out". Idiocracy has these levels of human ignorance spot on -
complete indifference, nay apathy, under what is essentially an ongoing apocalypse.
Where intelligence of any form makes you a "tard". You can't help but
notice the way the citizens of Idiocracy world treat Joe, vilifying him
like many climate truth-sayers have been, and continue to be vilified today.
We should look to the end of the movie to
see what Judge prescribes the average Joe who finds himself, confounded, in
such a dystopia. After spending the whole movie trying to find a time machine
to take him back (aren't we all?), Joe Bowers decides to stay in the land of
dunderheads and biodiverse garbage. He gives in. However, he has made a change.
Thanks to one man, this world, in spite of its problems, is probably not going
to get worse.
We will not be so lucky. If our climate
breakdown could be solved by sprinkling toilet water onto a field, we'd be on
our knees in a second installing hoses in our water closets. Even if we were
able to curb emissions and halt ecological destruction right now, we'd still
have to live with decades of the impending effects of the damage we've already
wreaked. In a sense, Joe's adventure and his final decision to stay could be
read as one straight white man's story of adaptation. But while this lone hero
was able to save the citizens of the Idiocracy, we fallible masses must
harness his out-of-the-box, obvious, self-preserving initiative.
Thing is, we don't have til 500 years in
the future. We have to start yesterday.
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