Green Grape Tim
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- Mar 5, 2023
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I'm aware that the title is probably more than provocative, but I think this will prove to be a lot more of a level-headed discussion than on first glance.
The recent Barbenheimer trend has been financially remarkable for not only those movies (Barbie at $775M and Oppenheimer at $400M, worldwide, at the time of writing) but cinema as a whole. People have started to celebrate the release of movies as an event again, not just sat open-mouthed at the end of the conveyor of vaguely appealing paste as was the case for a good while with the Marvel schlock being pushed out at an industry-killing rate.
That said, there is a case to be made that the celebration of the event has morphed into a dangerous celebration of the events depicted in the movies. Not with Barbie specifically, but the convergence of the celebration of Barbie as a movie in tone has carried over into the celebration of Oppenheimer - a movie that, we shouldn't forget, presents us with a front row seat to the evils of 20th Century America at all levels of government and authority. I'm reminded not just of the city selection scene and Truman's outburst at Oppenheimer, but of Lewis Strauss' line "Amateurs seek the sun and get burned. Real power stays in the shadows." It's almost like his blind pursuit of power and revenge stops him from seeing how contextually inappropriate that phrasing is. It is a sobering reminder of our society's facilitation of the pursuit of knowledge in sinful ignorance, progress for the sake of progress, no matter who gets burned in the process.
And yet, the glorification of the cute aesthetic of Barbie has reduced this dark time in modern history into characterised quirkiness. People are not seeing this movie for the message in itself, but of how silly it is to watch Barbie as well. Guy Debord's Society of the Spectacle, and by extension the 1960s Situationist movement in France, serves as a perfect motif for explaining how damaging this self-induced ignorance is to an appropriate perception of the Manhattan Project. An authentic reaction to the horrors of World War 2, in this instance, has been replaced with a representation of dolled-up theatregoing, the annihilation of hundreds of thousands of people serving as a mere extension of cutesiness its viewers wish to be seen as. They do not see the movie as themselves, but as an embodiment of gallowic irony. They alienate themselves from the victims of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and thereby anybody that has been or still is impacted by the evils that (for the most part) their government(s) had a hand in. This self-induced blindness-by-spectacle means people will post images of pink atomic blasts, see a ruined world through pastel lenses, act shocked when people respond to their celebratory comments of fetishized atrocities with pictures of innocent people reduced to ash, and feel nothing when that same imagery is put right in front of them, because it is irrelevant to the reason that they're watching it in the first place.
There is nothing wrong with seeing both movies as an event when you're treating it as an acknowledgement of the extreme juxtaposition of the two subject matters, when you view and appreciate and dwell on what both movies are communicating individually. It becomes an issue when people choose to celebrate them both as a fun day out where you can wear pink and drink mimosas and talk about how much of a bummer Oppenheimer was compared to Barbie, blurring the lines between the two movies and near-irrevocably altering what would be a sensible understanding of the lengths humanity goes to in order to destroy ourselves.
The recent Barbenheimer trend has been financially remarkable for not only those movies (Barbie at $775M and Oppenheimer at $400M, worldwide, at the time of writing) but cinema as a whole. People have started to celebrate the release of movies as an event again, not just sat open-mouthed at the end of the conveyor of vaguely appealing paste as was the case for a good while with the Marvel schlock being pushed out at an industry-killing rate.
That said, there is a case to be made that the celebration of the event has morphed into a dangerous celebration of the events depicted in the movies. Not with Barbie specifically, but the convergence of the celebration of Barbie as a movie in tone has carried over into the celebration of Oppenheimer - a movie that, we shouldn't forget, presents us with a front row seat to the evils of 20th Century America at all levels of government and authority. I'm reminded not just of the city selection scene and Truman's outburst at Oppenheimer, but of Lewis Strauss' line "Amateurs seek the sun and get burned. Real power stays in the shadows." It's almost like his blind pursuit of power and revenge stops him from seeing how contextually inappropriate that phrasing is. It is a sobering reminder of our society's facilitation of the pursuit of knowledge in sinful ignorance, progress for the sake of progress, no matter who gets burned in the process.
And yet, the glorification of the cute aesthetic of Barbie has reduced this dark time in modern history into characterised quirkiness. People are not seeing this movie for the message in itself, but of how silly it is to watch Barbie as well. Guy Debord's Society of the Spectacle, and by extension the 1960s Situationist movement in France, serves as a perfect motif for explaining how damaging this self-induced ignorance is to an appropriate perception of the Manhattan Project. An authentic reaction to the horrors of World War 2, in this instance, has been replaced with a representation of dolled-up theatregoing, the annihilation of hundreds of thousands of people serving as a mere extension of cutesiness its viewers wish to be seen as. They do not see the movie as themselves, but as an embodiment of gallowic irony. They alienate themselves from the victims of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and thereby anybody that has been or still is impacted by the evils that (for the most part) their government(s) had a hand in. This self-induced blindness-by-spectacle means people will post images of pink atomic blasts, see a ruined world through pastel lenses, act shocked when people respond to their celebratory comments of fetishized atrocities with pictures of innocent people reduced to ash, and feel nothing when that same imagery is put right in front of them, because it is irrelevant to the reason that they're watching it in the first place.
There is nothing wrong with seeing both movies as an event when you're treating it as an acknowledgement of the extreme juxtaposition of the two subject matters, when you view and appreciate and dwell on what both movies are communicating individually. It becomes an issue when people choose to celebrate them both as a fun day out where you can wear pink and drink mimosas and talk about how much of a bummer Oppenheimer was compared to Barbie, blurring the lines between the two movies and near-irrevocably altering what would be a sensible understanding of the lengths humanity goes to in order to destroy ourselves.