Hope is dying. Dream we must.

 

Humanity's ability to dream

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The popular saying, hope dies last? I beg to differ. It’s dreams that die last. And they only die when we do. Dreams die when the brain dies – unlike hopes. The sentient animal dreams. “Hopes” are conditions: expecting, projecting, wishful thinking. Dreams are unconditional, infinite possibilities.

We have no way of knowing if other sentient animals experience what we define as “hope” – until, maybe, one day we can communicate with dolphins and ask them some important questions hoping they answer. We can merely hope they answer. They might refuse to communicate, or they might respond in a non-informative way, like telling us to mind our own business. Would you blame them for that?

Animals do learn from past events and they do get conditioned to react to similar situations in similar ways – we call it learning, experience, training. But that is not hope. Although it would offer humans more actual reason to be optimistic, if we did manage to learn from history much better…

Humans always imagined Eutopias , Dystopias & Utopias. There is some confusion about these terms: Eutopia (from Greek “eu” = good + “topos” = place) is a realistic ideal situation, a society that we can actually work towards to and make happen. (Eutopia is not pronounced like Utopia in Greek, but Eftopia). Utopia is also a good place, but it’s unrealistic: a perfect state that is not feasible.  Heaven. A Paradise. Pessimists would say that a Eutopia is Utopian, as human nature is imperfect. Optimists would think that even Utopias are feasible – hence the confusion between these two (remember The Field of Dreams?) Realists would say that every improvement is Eutopian – a step closer to that Good Place. Everyone agrees on what Dystopia means: a very negative version of the future that we will end up in, as a result of bad choices, if we don’t work to avoid it.

The belief that human society is always improving, that there is always progress, is a particularly persistent form of optimism that is obviously unwarranted. We are accelerating towards a Dystopian future that is just a few decades away, at most. Civilizations flourish, reach an apex, decline and often entirely disappear. (According to the Great Filter theory, “intelligent” life may self-destruct before it reaches capability for interstellar travel). The industrial civilization, for all its accomplishments and improvements in quality and expectancy of life, is sleepwalking towards extinction.

Hope is dying. 

Powerful examples of thought-provoking Dystopian concepts in literature and film are Aldus Huxley’s Brave New World (1932), George Orwell’s Animal Farm (1945) and 1984 (1949), Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 (1953), Anthony Burgess’ A Clockwork Orange (1962), Philip K. Dick’s The Man In the High Castle (1962) and Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (1968, the book which gave us the classic Blade Runner), Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse – 5 (1969), Alan Moore & David Floyd’s V for Vendetta (1988-89), Susan Collins’ The Hunger Games (2008) and a personal favorite, Equilibrium (2002).

Some great Utopias (in the Eutopian sense) include the most influential Plato’s Republic (c 380 BC), H. G. Wells’ A Modern Utopia (1905), and one of my most favorite science fiction novels, Arthur C. Clark’s Childhood’s End (1953).

Up until recently, we thought that non-human animals only live in the now – we were wrong. Not only some animals remember the past but they can also plan for the future. Undoubtedly, some intelligent sentient animals are self-aware and they do dream. We don’t know exactly if they can imagine the future like we do or how far ahead they can plan for, but there is evidence to suggest that some great apes do make future plans; of course, many animals dream in a rudimentary, elementary, involuntary sense.

We don’t just dream in that involuntary sense – we consciously, intentionally, assertively, proactively imagine better realities and better futures.  We aspire, wish for, yearn, visualize, envision. And engage in wishful thinking –  daydreaming – escapism, and often delude and convince ourselves that our hopes are justified – even if and especially when they aren’t…

We dream because the Eros Principle (the life instinct) seeks joy. It motivates us to create, preserve, perpetuate life. Our brain plays out scenarios – wish fulfillment – that we get pleasure from. It plays out soothing scenarios but also anxiety dreams, or nightmares, reactions to negative experiences, tension-release mechanisms. We don’t exactly understand the purpose of involuntary dreams, but they aren’t the subject of this post anyway.

The other dreams, the visions, the active, positive, creative wonderings of our imagination, the Voyages to a Good Place, are the ones we can make sense of; they represent the kind of future and improved reality we want ourselves and our children to live in; those conscious, intentional dreams, are the stuff inventions, breakthroughs in science, technology and society are made of; yet at the moment of conception, when the first flight of fancy or novel idea is born in the mind, we don’t know if they are realistic, if they have any chances of ever becoming true, if they could indeed lead to something better or not; still, the mere fact that we dream those dreams excites us and makes us happy. It makes us optimistic. It gives us hope.

So it’s dreams that offer hope, not the other way around.

And when reality proves that hope is not justified, what we are left with is still -dreams. Ideas are still there in the mind, in a dormant state, waiting to happen. Especially now, with the virtual reality of the cyberworld in place, alternative realities are part of our everyday tangible reality. We create them just to escape or as models of a better tomorrow. Even escapism can shape the future – with technologies that allow us to access and sense, experience the virtual world as if it was the real one. Science fiction that started with the stories of Jules Verne and long before him, thousands of years ago, with primitive and early humans casting their mind as far and wide as the cosmos, creating Eutopias, Utopias and Dystopias with imagination alone, has become a driver of innovation, invention and science.

Dreaming shapes our world.

Scientists by definition are realists; they know, to take a prime example, the most important issue of all, that Global Warming is real; they also know for a fact that we have very slim chances of avoiding it; they don’t hope – hope alone doesn’t actually help in increasing the odds of survival. In a way, hope leads to unrealistic expectations, complacency, inaction: “Oh sure, things are looking bad, but hey, everything’s gonna be alright“. No, it’s not. That’s false hope. Things don’t work like that. If things are bad, to make them better, or simply avoid them getting worse, we need ideas to make changes happen; and actions, not hopes.

Science is determined to solve the problem because realistic, factual thought knows the human population will not do enough, will not change the way it conducts its life sufficiently fast to restore the damage. There are too many idiotic deniers and too many insane, ignorant world-scale criminals working against humanity: lying to the public, casting doubt about research and facts, deflecting and distracting public opinion from the emergency and seriousness of the threat.

Politics and positions of influence and power attract opportunists and malignant narcissists. History is full of them and of the catastrophic carnages of war and genocides they caused. Unfortunately just as Global Warming requires massive common effort and international cooperation, there are some world leaders that are sworn to the opposite, for their own political and financial gain, their monumental lack of empathy and their ties with corporate greed. The situation is made worse because of the combined influence of religions and traditions that cultivate and propagate apathy, faith in messianic saviors and belief in miracles.

 

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Religion trades in hopes: it sells comfort, and promises miraculous salvation; it promotes apathy and obeisance with the illusion of an afterlife where things are perfect – a future where dreams have already come true. Hey, you don’t have to get off your butt to make this life better (“do not worry about tomorrow”); all you got to do is believe without proof – have faith without evidence – do as you’re told – comply, and magically you will be rewarded – after you’re dead.

But – what about now? What about this life? OK, then, pray. Prayers will give you comfort…Meanwhile, you can “sin” all you like, be a total asshole – don’t you worry, little mortal, you will be forgiven. Go ahead, detonate nuclear bombs, destroy the world, kill millions of innocent children, abuse, murder, rape, exploit – still, you will go to heaven if you repent, so this life doesn’t matter. What kind of pay-as-you-go morality is this? Go ahead and be a total dick and a creep, a child molester even, a cruel homicidal sadist, then go to confession and the slate is wiped clean. Pope will sell you absolution. Christian ethics, Muslim morals – wonderfully elastic, ever so convenient…and deadly. Religion, conformity and consumerism formed the Axis of Evil that threatens life on Earth.

Comfort is not motivation. It reinforces optimism that things are going to be alright on their own. It’s a cop-out. It’s irrational. Pray and wait, some time prayers may be answered. Just wait, things are going to get better because they always do…but in truth, we don’t know that things are going to get better, in fact, the evidence points to the contrary. Waiting for miracles to happen or imaginary superheroes and totalitarian leaders to save us is definitely not the best survival plan. What animal senses danger and prays or hopes instead of getting out of harm’s way? only one – the most intelligent of all, as we arrogantly claim: homo sapiens, dumbed down by its own imbecilic, prehistoric invention, of a primitive psychological need born out of fear and ignorance about natural laws.

Without changes, we can’t rely on chances. We can’t just hope for a random fortunate turn of events. That would be highly illogical, in situations that actually depend on us, on action or inaction. We need to get out of our comfort zone to make things better. Keep doing the same thing and expecting different results is insane. We need effort, not wishful thinking.

In predictable fields, where we can recognize trends and make projections, it is quite possible to collect data and make educated judgments about the outcome. Some things are quite predictable. A sumo wrestler can’t possibly win the Olympic gold medal in pole-vaulting. That’s an improbability; winning the lottery is a probability, it’s just very, very unlikely, because although someone – a random person – does win the lottery quite often, the odds of it happening to you, or me – a specific personare astronomical. Common sense (in other words, experience) and science can predict outcomes with varying degrees of accuracy. From the study of past events, facts and figures and cause and effect and natural laws, not by guessing or reading the tea leaves and the daily horoscope…

Sure, we could hope our lives away, but it would be self-destructive. When we know reality is bad and can’t get better by just hoping, without positive action hope dies. Belief without reason can make you feel better – it can be comforting: but it’s not going to make our world any better for you and your loved ones, cure AIDS or avoid catastrophe…

 

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What realists and scientists and dreamers and inventors and creators and we all (potentially) have in common are, unsurprisingly, dreams. Ambitions. Creative thinking. Curiosity. Goals. Ideas. Ingenuity. Plans. Visions. Some of us don’t just rely on hope, expecting leaders, Lady Luck and gods to make things better: they imagine a better place, a better life, a better future; they wish for a better way, a more efficient method of achieving this or that and they act, work to find ways to invent it and make it happen. That is the value of dreams.

They could be totally unrealistic – like the idea of time travel, which is theoretically possible, but only under such unlikely conditions to make it highly improbable – or they could be totally possible. Faith promises absolute certainties without facts, proof or reason. Science deals with possibilities, facts and logic.

The distance between a better future (a Eutopia) and a bad present (not quite a terminal Dystopia, yet…but increasingly becoming one) is those possibilities and rational thought. We empirically know that there are no problems without solutions.

What we have, beyond hope, is our ability to dream a better reality and make it happen. That’s how progress is achieved. That’s how we find cures for disease. That’s how we improve living standards. Religious faith believes in gods’ will; the same “benevolence” that, according to the primitive “logic” that invented gods in man’s own image, gives cancer to innocent children.

Faith submits and subjugates us to accepting a malicious, preposterous, fatalistic concept. Humanity and rational thought revolts against it. If you could create a universe, would you punish your most innocent children for any reason – and then be such a reprehensible coward as to blame it on themselves, parents, women and “original sin”? The answer is a resounding no – human morality is much better than that. Only a capricious, vindictive sadist would do what theists accept as the work of a divine superior mind. Epicurus disposed of that absurdity more than two thousand years ago – and his logic remains irrefutable:

“Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent.  Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent.  Is he both able and willing? Then whence cometh evil?  Is he neither able nor willing? Then why call him God?”

So don’t despair when hope is dying. It’s only the primitive belief in fate and a  future dependent on divine will that keeps us shackled in a prehistoric dark cave, rejecting the marvel and potency of Ideas, casting doubt in our potential to shape our own present and future reality. Our history attests to the opposite. Humanism rejects the morally bankrupt concept of a superior puppet-master.

Don’t give up when everything points out to a very dark dystopia with little chance of escape. Realism is a better source for optimism –  fear kicks butt into gear. We are the product of adaptation and evolution that equipped us for survival  – with instincts, cognition, curiosity, imagination. For as long as we can dream, we grasp the possibility of a better tomorrow out of thin air and find exactly what we need to do to make it happen.

We can cure sickness – because we can dream, and act-move-work to make ideas realize a better tomorrow. We are work in progress and that in itself is wonderful. Sure, we are capable of some pretty horrible things and we’ve put ourselves and life on the planet in a very critical situation. But it’s us who did that – not Jesus or Mohammed, and that means we can correct it.

 

Ocelot in Equador rainforest

 

Scientists have given up hope about humanity collectively changing overnight and surviving Global Warming. Professor Stephen Hawking spoke of alternative possibilities for survival. That is realism and imagination, positive thinking and problem-solving all in one.

Scientists have given up hope because it is passive and unrealistic: educated, pragmatic thought is the opposite of that: active, inquisitive, always questioning, wondering, probing, proposing theories & hypotheses, experimenting, pushing the boundaries – not expecting that all will somehow be revealed as if by magic; conscious Dreams and plans are real and proactive. Visions and visualizations of possibilities are the opposite of passive and pathetic – they are windows of the mind to an alternative universe that we could arrive at by a change of course – making the invention of solutions possible.

Hold on to that thought.

If there is a real, pressing need, intelligence, ingenuity, research, study, the prolific human brain will find a way to answer it. That is what inspiration and experimentation have been doing for thousands of years. Providing solutions to problems, old and new. After days, months, years, decades, centuries – as better tools and improved methods become available, Eureka springs into consciousness like a triumphant cascade of light – a moment of great joy and sublime sense of accomplishment.

The first step towards that progress was dreaming.

We had been looking at the moon and stars, longingly, for thousands of years. Wondering what they were. Yearning to reach them. Hope alone would have never gotten us there.

What took us there was the dream, the initial Erotic hunger and thirst: falling in love with an idea. Interacting with the objects of desire: knowledge, life, the universe and everything – every question, every enigma, every knowable fact, every conceivable answer, every reachable conclusion, discovery, frontier…at first flirting with it, pondering on it; then probing at it, embracing its possibilities, visualizing the journey and the outcome; nurturing, feeding and keeping the dream alive, no matter how long it requires; growing and expanding the thought process to fruition; examining, learning and memorizing every step on the map along the way, working with facts and tools and figures; artfully applying old and new techniques towards finding the best route to make the voyage possible, to arrive at the destination, give birth to and unveil a new reality, create a new state of existence.

This is what I meant by Eutopian voyager: the journey bridging the distance between imagination and existence, between Eros  (the yearning) and materialization. It’s what makes us special as a species. The dream is the first step, even before we prepare to set sail. That precious beginning, like a little spark in the darkness.

There is a magnificent moment in the masterpiece of Stanley Kubrick & Arthur C. Clarke, 2001: A Space Odyssey dedicated to The Dawn of Homo Sapiens, accompanied by the truly mindblowing orchestral introduction of Richard Strauss’ Thus Spoke Zarathustra. It is that split second, that the thinking mind grasps the possibility, the first glimpse of an idea that begins to form. You can feel the spark igniting, the glorious instant of change that made an entirely different history possible. An alternative universe was born at that very fraction of a second, the burst of an impulse that generated a universe that includes humanity. The start of an epic journey to discovery and becoming. The conscious dream that transformed our distant ancestors from thinking apes to sapient humans.

It doesn’t matter if hope dies. It’s a good thing: letting go of the superstition that things can improve if we remain fatalistic, passive witnesses of history, by some kind of an outside miracle, means coming of age as a reasoning, intelligent species. Our very humanity is born out of that brave, defiant, magnificent risk of trying different things, overcoming obstacles, pushing boundaries, becoming ourselves, protagonists in our lives, rather than just following a predetermined track.

Empathy, Realism, Imagination, Ingenuity are far better propositions for individual and collective improvement, rather than relying on hopes; they have often been false. They let us down more times than not. Hopes are mortal during our lifetimes, especially if we put our faith in gods and god-like despots, instead of pragmatic, hard-working, fact-checking, inquisitive, problem-solving, mature rational thought.

Giving up faith, empowering our minds, opening our eyes to reality, embracing aspiration and action is our only source of hope: Eutopian change for the better. It means we grow up to take control of our fate and future, instead of putting our trust in Pandora or some other imaginary benefactor. It signifies we care enough for ourselves and each other to take responsibility for our actions, instead of blaming what happens on divine will. Caring for each other and the future generations are what makes us humane, our strength, our heritage and our legacy. Isolation, lack of cooperation, hostility, are paving a highway to death and destruction.

Emancipation from servitude to a creator is the prerequisite of what we call Freedom. Religion & free will are mutually exclusive. The concept of a divine master endowing us with free will is oxymoronic and immature. The very reason we arrived at two minutes to midnight for life as we know it, is blind faith: sheeple mentality, religious traditionalism, patriarchal inequality, injustice, prejudice, division between the favorite sons and the children of lesser gods, between the master’s flock and the infidels, between us and them; exhausting the planet’s resources as if Earth was made for us to consume because the Bible says so; removing control of reproduction from women; believing that we have a better world to go to after death; replacing reason and philosophy (Eros, lust for knowledge) with a sterile, debilitating worship for tribal totems and anachronistic taboos; being reared and conditioned by churches to follow and obey mass-murdering tyrants like the faithful follow their tyrannical, whimsical gods.

What we define as “humane” is the very essence of morality that is a natural product of evolution, instead of god-made: empathy, compassion, communication, mutual support and teamwork, tolerance, understanding, are essential attributes of social species; we depend on these evolutionary qualities for survival and happiness, instead of obeying commands to avoid punishment and gain favor with a supernatural despot; that servile proposition is the very essence of corruption, it’s a transaction instead of ethics…

What we term as heroic is altruism, the sacrifice of self for the greater good: the very same natural product of evolution that is innate in most social animals; we aid and protect each other, shed our individual lives to save one another and the young – no different than any other mammal; they all display these instincts; they didn’t get them from faith, churches, commandments or biblical teachings, but from the common genetic code of synergistic behavior members of social species carry in their DNA.

Already ancient Greek thought, although still religious, realized that hope is not enough, prayer alone can’t provide solutions – action can: “Syn Athena kai heira kinei”  – pray to the goddess Athena (to save you from drowning), but also use your arms to swim. Philosophy thousands of years ago arrived at the conclusion that there is no imaginary friend in the sky – and then patriarchal religion spread like wildfire imprisoning human consciousness to this day, poisoning the human mind since childhood, trying to keep us controlled in the pens of organized churches to serve the interests of the Elite masterclass. As a result, billions live in poverty, die of preventable diseases, are denied their human rights and deprived of education, marginalized, exploited, robbed of opportunities and real participation in the decision-making about their lives, even in the world’s wealthiest economies.

What we need in this critical time is to keep the dream and our humanity alive. Reject the mental slavery that keeps humanity following the twin sirens of death and destruction to its peril. Religion is a death-wish. It’s the enemy of the life force – the Eros principle; an obsession with the afterlife at the expense of this one.

Corporate greed has been using the same propaganda techniques as religion, to establish its world domination; it has used the hypnotic influence of blind faith to manipulate the public, keep voters uninformed, deluded and powerless to determine their own future.

Hopes are dying and our dreams are being transformed into nightmares. The old vampires of fascism and tyranny are rising and baying for blood.

We have to resist and survive. We have to unite, organize and act: work together.

Keep Life Going. Life is its own reward.

Plant many, many baby tomorrows. Dream as if your life depends on it – it does. Save the forests. Preserve the future.

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When agents of Evil crawl out of darkness to kill Hope, what we have left is stronger: Dreams. Ideas. Human values.      

 

*Συν Αθηνά και χείρα κίνει

Escape to Mars

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Mars is in the news again.

NASA’s InSight spacecraft is on course to attempt a landing on November 26. Update: InSight Lands Safely on Mars – Congratulations, humankind!

For some, colonizing the red planet or the moon is our only chance. For others, it’s an impossible dream because of our biology.

Mars has always excited the human imagination. The planet nearest to Earth has featured endlessly in fantasy & science fiction, both literature and film.

Until The Martian (a great science & survival movie – but without much heart…) there was talk of a “movie curse” – a “box office curse” on Mars-related pictures.

Curiously, there has also been a curse on Edgar Rice Burroughs (“probably the most influential writer in the entire history of the world”, according to Ray Bradbury, at least); his novels are still as popular as ever, but despite the financial success of some of their cinematic adaptations, like the Tarzan series, they failed on the critical reception front. Victims of artistic snobbery against “pulp” fiction.

The huge-budget Disney project of a Burroughs novel set on Mars was, therefore, a double-whammy gamble against these odds; and fail it did, financially, monumentally so, yet only just, because its cost was so gigantically overblown it was a mathematical impossibility to recoup. Still, the film grossed a whopping, staggering, gargantuan 300 million USD worldwide, against a jaw-dropping production and marketing combined costs of $350 million… to break even, it would have to generate worldwide tickets sales of more than $600 million, a height reached by only 63 films in the entire history of moviemaking…it was a tall order but it was also colossal mismanagement, not lack of merit, that caused its failure.

Just give it a bit more time though…and it might just get there. Fantasy and sci-fi fans haven’t stopped loving, downloading, renting, watching, rewatching, blogging, talking, writing about it and defending it:

I’m talking of course about the awe-inspiring picture that’s adored by countless lovers of escapism, that totally wild visual feast, that cinematic riot of a space-opera-western-sci-fi-magic, that thrilling action-fairytale-adventure unlike no other, that mesmerizing, marvelous and uniquely Barsoomian, otherworldly romantic saga…

the one and only

John Carter

 

John Carter poster

 

The one movie that most fantasy aficionados want to see a sequel of before we die. An absolutely No 1 wet dream when it comes to movie bucket lists; and so heartbreaking that will never (?) happen, as John Carter has become box office poison, judged solely on how much money the studio lost on it, instead of the absolutely insane number of people who did see it, loved it and can’t have enough it. Yeah, that’s Hollywood, folks…Maybe it will change its mind yet…The film has all the markings of an underappreciated classic. And I think it will be favorably judged in years to come, by cinematic history, as the instincts of its objective viewers have already exonerated it and shown its detractors to be wrong.

 

John Carter movie poster

 

It’s the moviegoers that are always the final decider, judge and jury of motion pictures. Just read what they have to say: the film critics who bashed it must have been watching a different picture – the consensus from those who did not believe the naysayers but formed their own opinion reads like “wow, what an absolutely stunning, surprising, mind-blowingly wonderful treat of a movie”… Disney studio executives made abysmally stupid errors in the marketing and promotion of the film despite the mostly excellent initial reviews…and why didn’t they call it Princess of Mars – what was wrong with Burroughs’ original title? it would have definitely made a big difference at the box office…

 

Deja Thoris meet John Carter

 

The -unimaginatively if not downright male-chauvinistically-named John Carter didn’t pretend to be arthouse, a vehicle of philosophical musings about the cosmos or an auteur director’s masterful commentary about the human condition. Its job was to offer one and a half hour of exhilarating entertainment, a host of fantastical creatures and adventures in imaginary worlds – and that it does pretty damn well, with a solid cast, great storytelling, memorable characters, fantastic atmosphere, beautiful music and stunning visuals. So well, in fact, that I haven’t been able to dismiss it ever since it first won me over; it’s still alluring and enjoyable every single time, archetypal fantasy at its best. And, needless to add, for me it’s The Princess of Mars and John Carter – that’s how I think of it.

 

Barsoom Airships

 

Every other genre picture that came before it, from Star Wars to Indiana Jones and Avatar (James Cameron admitted as much), had borrowed, copied from and was inspired directly by Burroughs’ iconic novels and the fantasy comics they generated. John Carter should have been more successful in cinemas than Avatar – not just because it’s a better movie than the much-hyped Avatar, but also because it is the original article while Cameron’s is a derivative “white savior” messianic pastiche epic…(basically, a copycat of Dances with Wolves set on another planet). John Carter does not save Barsoom – he is saved by it: Fifty million miles apart, and no way to bridge the gap, no way to return my body and my soul to their true home“, his demoralized spirit and hungry heart having found new reasons to live and dream on Mars…But Avatar had the hype, the famous director, the better marketing and better studio management behind it…

 

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John Carter is a back to the roots movie that just grows on you and involves you with its authenticity and old-fashioned cinematic magic; just like “magic” its appeal is never quite explicable yet it feels true; this is the stuff dreams are made of, silver screen dreams included: you somehow end up far more fond and nostalgic of it than other more critically acclaimed examples of the genre. The child in you finds himself or herself returning to the age of innocence and looking up in the night sky wishing that Burroughs’ Barsoomian universe was real, hoping that the Princes of Helium and her Earthman are out there living happily ever after… it’s Deja’s and John’s love story, a story made of the timeless essence myths and legends that stay with us are made of, because they speak to our souls…

 

Deja, John & Sola (John Carter)

 

Lynn Collins’ Deja Thoris is gorgeous and terrific: a fully developed, athletic-looking, fiery, scorchingly-attractive, proud, strong woman, unlike so many vapid lame adolescent cartoonish lifeless female pinup caricatures and totally feeble decorative bores in fantasy and sci-fi. She is a prototype “regal, formidable heroine who was entitled to choose for herself who she slept with despite what some men in her warlike, slave-owning culture thought to the contrary”; a woman of color, a warrior and a woman of wisdom – she is  the Regent of Science and Letters – and before you think her scant outfits are a titillation device, think again: Barsoomian culture considers clothes “unsightly pieces of cloth”. Much less prissy than we are, those Martians…

Taylor Kitsch is fresh, fit and handsome here; he was cast because Carter’s character is a military survivor – not an apologist: a heartbroken man who has seen the ugly madness of war, has lost his loved ones and is looking for inner peace; a wounded human defending the Eros Principle, not a blunt, blind instrument of death; there “was a certain damaged quality behind the eyes,” said producer Jim Morris. “There’s something a little broken.”

 

Taylor Kitsch in John Carter

 

John Carter is an entirely likable and thoroughly believable character, a perfect match for the Princess: a genuinely decent, honorable man who is star-struck and out of his depth on Barsoom, yet clever and courageous, swiftly adapting and evolving into a positively inspiring, noble hero as the movie progresses, never a stereotypical arrogant brute macho dick: he is respectful, intelligent, sophisticated, well-read and keen to learn; as a result, the love affair of Deja and John is effective; we empathize with them and their quest – to fight against oppression and be together.

The film remains faithful to the author’s vision while avoiding the sexist pitfalls of his era. It is an empowering film for women and a true romance. Barsoom has depth and a universal, timeless message of a legitimate struggle for freedom and survival bringing people together, that it delivers very well, without beating the viewer over the head with ideological propaganda, but through the medium of unapologetically fun adventure.

 

Barsoomian "flyers"

 

From the Tharks and their thoats to the stunning cyberpunkish airships and from the Great White Apes to the most-adorable-fantasy-dog-ever, Barsoom, Deja, Helium, Tharks, Therns, Zodangas, John’s escapades on Earth and Mars, and the ingenious finale are a great spin of the yarn Burroughs crafted…

Ignore the naysayers: this is a must-see movie. One brilliant, epic, intense, addictive, joyful picture with a very original story and impressive attention to detail that draws you in and leaves you craving a sequel – with the same cast, if at all possible…Willem Dafoe as Tars TarkasSamantha Morton as Sola, Mark Strong as Matai Shang, Dominic West as Sab Than, Ciarán Hinds as Tardos Mors, James Purefoy as Kantos Kan, Bryan Cranston as Colonel Powell, Daryl Sabara as Edgar Rice Burroughs… and directed by Pixar’s brilliant Andrew Stanton, who would have loved to make those sequels…

 

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Thark on Thoat

 

The film begins in 1881 after the sudden death of John Carter, a former American Civil War Confederate Army captain. His nephew, Edgar Rice Burroughs, attends the funeral. Following Carter’s instructions, the body is put in a tomb that can be unlocked only from the inside. His attorney hands over Carter’s personal journal to Burroughs, in the hope of finding clues explaining Carter’s cause of death.

 

John & Deja on Barsoom

John: Maybe I ought to get behind you.
Dejah: You let me know when it gets dangerous.

 

The diary goes back to 1868 in Arizona, where Union Colonel Powell arrests Carter, a civil war veteran, for refusing to join the army. Carter was trying to live a normal civilian life while Powell, aware of his military background, sought his help in fighting the Apache. Carter escapes but fails to get far with U.S. cavalry in close pursuit. After a run-in with Apaches, Carter and a wounded Powell seek shelter in a cave that turns out to be what Carter had been searching for, the ‘Spider Cave of Gold’. A Thern appears and attacks them with a knife; Carter kills him but accidentally activates the Martian’s medallion, which transports him to a ruined and dying planet, Barsoom.

 

Woola ! JOHN CARTER
Conceptual Art of Woola

 

Because of his different bone density and the planet’s low gravity, Carter is able to jump very high and perform feats of incredible strength. He is however captured by the Green Martian Tharks and their Jeddak (emperor) Tars Tarkas. And he is “adopted” by a Barsoomian dog-like companion, the devoted Woola. Woola is a calot: Carter saves him from a Great White Ape and “in a little experiment, wrapped an arm around Woola’s neck and began to stroke his ugly head as one would stroke the head of a dog. Woola, who’d never before experienced kindness, felt an immediate love for the Earthman, and thereafter became his loyal hound.”

 

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Woola is intensely loyal and affectionate, fiercely protective of Carter and his family, funny, playful and has a very keen sense of smell – he can find Carter from practically anywhere. His ten (or six) legs allow him to run faster than any other creature on Mars, at an amazing 250 miles per hour. He also digs into the sand to burrow for camouflage. Technically he is a reptilian, a kind of lizard, and his three rows of shark-like teeth are extremely sharp and useful in battle.  Basically, Woola is the best pet anybody could ever wish for on Barsoom and adorably “ugly”-cute…

 

the Warrior Princess of Barsoom

 

Elsewhere on Barsoom, the Red Martian cities of Helium and Zodanga have been at war for a thousand years. Sab Than, Jeddak of the genocidal Zodanga, armed with a powerful weapon he got from the Thern leader Matai Shang, proposes a marriage between himself and the Princess of Helium, offering a cease-fire and an end to the war. The Princess refuses, perhaps sensing it’s an evil plot, she escapes and in the process, she meets Carter; they rescue each other, then Dejah, Carter and Tarkas’ daughter Sola embark on a journey to the end of a sacred river; they seek to find a way for Carter to return to Earth, that the Martians call Jasoom. They learn about the “ninth ray”, a means of using infinite energy that can save the dying planet and is also the key to understanding how the medallion works.

 

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Deja, John and Sola are attacked by Shang’s minions, the Green Martians of Warhoon. Carter and the Princess are captured but Sola manages to escape. Dejah reluctantly agrees to marry Sab Than in order to save Helium and Carter. She gives him the medallion and sends him back to Earth, but he decides to stay; he is then captured by Shang, who explains to him how the Thern overlords manipulate the civilizations of different planets. Carter escapes and returns with Sola to the Tharks to ask their help, only to discover that Tarkas has been overthrown by a ruthless, cruel brute, Tal Hajus. Tarkas, Carter, and Sola are thrown against two enormous four-armed Great White-Apes. Carter defeats them and kills Hajus. The Tharks adopt the Earthman as their new Jeddak leader.

 

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The Thark army attacks the imperialistic Zodangans at Helium and defeats them by killing Sab Than, but Shang escapes. Carter marries Deja and becomes the prince of Helium. He decides to stay forever on Mars and throws away his medallion on their wedding night. Shang then appears and takes the opportunity to banish him back to Earth; Carter embarks on a long quest, hoping to find another medallion; after several years he appears to die suddenly and asks for the unusual funeral arrangements, as his return to Mars would leave his Earth body in a comatose state. He makes Burroughs his protector, leaving clues to him about opening the tomb.

 

 

John Carter of Mars

 

“We may have been born worlds apart, but I know you, John Carter…”

Don’t you see? Carter, I fled to find another way. You are the other way“.

 

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Back in present time, Burroughs opens Carter’s tomb only to find it empty. A Thern who has been watching Carter disguised as a man has followed Burroughs and is about to kill him when Carter appears and kills the Thern. Carter then tells Burroughs that he never found a medallion but devised this scheme to lure one of the Therns into revealing himself. Carter takes the medallion, whispers the code and is transported back to Barsoom, to be reunited with Deja.

 

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As the InSight is making its final precarious approach to the Red Planet, I will be roaming alongside John somewhere in Helium, with Whoola zooming back and forth chasing Martian sticks at three hundred miles an hour. Update: Woola has a new friend to play with – InSight has landed!

How about you? Wanna step onto my Spaceship and travel to Barsoom?

 

 

 

Carter to his nephew, Edgar Rice Burrows, as he turns to go into the mausoleum:

Oh, and Ned. Take up a cause, fall in love, write a book.

Carter about to close the mausoleum:

It’s time I went home

 

A Princess of Mars

 

John Carter and a Princess of Mars