One commenter on the PA blog post “The films of their respective generations” said “It would be interesting to hear a boomer, one is who fully red pilled, respond to those criticisms”. So I did. Then someone else said they liked it. Below is a copy with minimal edits.
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I am a boomer and I consider myself fully red-pilled. Back in the day I very much enjoyed ‘The Big Chill’ at least twice. In the second viewing I remember waiting for the lines I especially liked, getting a flush of excitement.
A few years ago I tried again and could not stand the movie. I was amazed how self-indulgent I must have been to like it. Not that it is bad. The skill of character development is quite high. The various characters have different personalities and have different speech patterns, which even match their jobs. One very much gets to know them.
The reason the movie is so archetypal is this is also what the characters themselves luxuriate in. They love each other’s uniqueness like the viewers do.
The examples: the extrovert is a reporter for People magazine; the jogger starts a sneaker company; the OCD spouse is an accountant. The most motherly woman has a young child. It’s all felicitous. Even the dead guy, even in the opening credits: he gets his clothes perfectly laid out for what he is to wear in the coffin. Later he gets the funeral songs he would have wanted.
Watching the movie years ago felt like a magic triumph, my inner being hummed happily – feeling a contrast to much of the rest of history (where one was what one’s parents were and one married who one was told to). Mine was a flowering, that is how it seemed.
Ok. now about the red pill. I think this was all for one segment of one generation only. Oh, great some high-functioning, high-verbal types existed as atheists for 25 years, whoop-de-do! /s. Yeats was not wrong, the Sphinx has given birth in the desert to something awful .. Not even these very same people have kept it up. And not just the 1 child between eight of them (not just the sheer biology of it). More than that, even their self-satisfaction is gone. Nowadays they are global-warming religious fanatics and would be carping about carbon-neutral funerals. They no longer sing ‘Jeremiah was a bullfrog’ because what about the frog’s habitat? Their culture is the least sustainable ever and they worship sustainability of something they are not.
Compare this movie to the laws that just passed in Argentina or NZ. That they are for. The characters in the Big Chill barely ever needed to abort. One even wanted a baby. They certainly never needed to wait till the last week in the ninth month! They never figured out they held back what the Catholics used to call ‘libido dominandi’ precisely because their lives were so felicitous (as in the movie). A house of cards is all it ever was, it looks like.
What really caused the character Alex to kill himself just before the movie starts? They all seem to agree, but high verbal as they are they don’t know the words. All they can think he was ‘too idealistic’. [that how I remember it, anyway]. They cannot understand the rising Ahrimatic evil was what he would not adopt. Nor what that had to do with their pleasant wimpiness. If their way of life was the best why didn’t they fight for it? Why have they never even fought against political correctness?
The filmmakers unerringly portrayed a shadow rising over their own ideals without making any connection. A shadow that ain’t going away. That character in the Big Chill might slit his wrists even sooner now, or join Antifa.