The many world tragedies of late have me wondering more about what "the end of the world" really means. I drive home everyday through a neighborhood of smiling happy millionaires on North Broadway and wonder what would the end be for them. Is it life without good service, or food, or clothing. Where does one person's everyday survival become another person's apocalypse? EGTTR in a way explores that. The film is about three friends trying to stay together in a time, that to them, feels like the end. We find out later that it wass a very localized thing when Randall walks out of the woods. That one person's arctic hell was something that was perhaps watched on another person's television like it was an A&E television event. Katrina was that way, the Tsunami was that way. These tragedies are so far away from us, so far removed from North Broadway that it's no wonder people don't understand as much as they should. Why people like Sharon Stone can make tasteless little karma jokes about it in the sunny South of France without understanding the real face, and feel, and smell of what must have truly felt like the end of the world to the people living in that area of China. (and was the end for many) Will it take people starving in the streets to bring about change and reaction? Will people watch it in awe somewhere when our way of life falls apart, or natural disaster strikes. Will we have the courage as people to help one another out, or will we use it as an excuse to loot, steal, and cheat one another out of what little is left? Will the very people who's disregard for everyone else, be pulled from their homes on all the North Broadways everywhere and "dealt" with? I don't know. I really don't.
Cheers
John
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