This past weekend whilst visiting my friends north of the border, we decided to catch the new end of the world flick “2012.” For those of you that don’t know, the premise of the movie revolves around the end of the world based on the Mayan calendar. Basically the Mayans believe that the world will end on December 12, 2012. Although I wasn’t a huge fan of the movie I did find myself needing a Xanax throughout parts of it for a variety of reasons, mainly because of the intense action scenes and boring plot line, but I also found myself feeling slightly gullible (with a tinge of anxiety). Thinking about the end of the World is kind of daunting so it’s a wonder why we are obsessed with destroying it. Growing up in a Christian family, I was always aware of the Rapture as outlined in the Bible, but never considered that the Earth would be destroyed by aliens or giant tornados that froze the Earth’s climate and really never thought it would be glorified.
Yet again, director Roland Emmerich just about destroys humanity while promoting family values and cheesy plot lines in his latest movie “2012.” You might remember some of his earlier Earth-destroying films such as “Independence Day”, “The Day After Tomorrow” and although the Earth wasn’t destroyed in this one, “Godzilla.” This post isn’t so much a review of “2012″ as it is a question of why are we obsessed with destroying the world?
The adrenaline rush that comes from seeing destruction on the big screen is, for me at least, insane. While I don’t necessarily like the idea of the World coming to an end, I can’t help but watch to find out how others think it will happen. It’s like watching a train wreck, you know it’s going to be horrible, but you just can’t peel your eyes away from it. I also found myself wondering, when the time comes, how we as humans will react? Will be all go crazy and riot in the streets and steel the material things that we’ve always dreamed of having (but won’t be able to use because no one is going to be running the power, gas or other resources needed)? Will we stop what we’re doing, hold hands and sing “Kumbaya?” Or, will we decide that now is the time to start believing in something bigger than us?
Why do you think we’re obsessed with the World coming to an end?