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Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Anthrax, or how to make women look really bad in movies

When I first saw the movie Anthrax coming up on the Movie Network, I thought it would be an interesting thriller, what with the anthrax scare already history and all that. Little did I know what I was letting myself in for.

Quickly, the story is this. Some cattle in a Alberta town die, this pisses off the ranchers who naturally blame an “agricultural research centre”, though apparently there's no evidence of wrongdoing. A reporter encourages the ranchers to take over the research centre, in other words, become “activists”. They do this with great gusto, even dragging their young children along with them, no doubt to keep the evil research centre from sending in their crack men-in-black team to take back the centre. In the meantime, one of the “activists” dies after being exposed to anthrax and they get quarantined along with all their children.

We find out then that two of the “activists” are the local sherrif's wife and mother-in-law. Of course, nobody noticed that the reporter has vanished, after helping himself to some anthrax vials. He's a terrorist, doncha know. The sherrif then has to chase the terrorist to get the anthrax back, with the help an FBI agent. I don't entirely understand why a local cop in a small Albertan farming community would be directly dealing with the FBI, but maybe I just don't understand the murky chains of command.

That's the standard plot of a movie of this genre. Here's where it really gets bad. Having just exposed their son and grandson to anthrax, you would think the two women would learn that logical and intelligent thinking is not their forte. But no, apparently “activists” don't learn from their mistakes, they compound them. So, in an effort to screw up the sherrif's life even more, the two of them drag the boy to town to help search for the terrorist in a university, because no one else actually ever saw his face. Then, knowing that the terrorist was loose on the university grounds somewhere, the leave the boy standing in a hallway while one of them heads off to the bathroom and the other goes someplace else.

Needless to say, the boy is gone when they return. Did I forget to mention that prior to discovering that the man was a terrorist, they told the boy he could be trusted? So now the terrorist has the anthrax and the boy, and he's up to his nogood terrorist way. Blah blah blah, the terrorist gets killed, the boy is saved, anthrax is recovered and not delivered into the nefarious FBI agent's(could you foresee this was coming?) hands and everybody goes home and all is right with the world again.

At the end of the movie, they all just go home as if nothing untoward had happened. No “I learnt my lesson and I'll never force my son to participate in a sit-in in a dangerous lab” or “You dumb broads! I'm never letting you take my son anywhere ever again!” type dialog. No nothing, in fact. The movie closed as if it was perfectly natural to purposely and stupidly expose your children to danger like that.

And that, kiddies, is the end of the rant.

2 Comments:

At Wed Mar 16, 08:26:00 PM AST, Blogger Quackin' Mad Duck said...

Who says tv makes us dumb? All this movie needed was Steven Seagal to set all those evil corporate types straight! Corporations bad. Filthy rich tycoons bad. Street-dwelling slobs good. From now on, I'm forfeiting all my corporate-gained wages and am turning to a life of unemployed, homeless activism! Down with humanity! Long live ducks (and other duck-like species)! Quack quack quack quack quack!!!!!!!

 
At Wed Mar 16, 08:50:00 PM AST, Blogger The Mad Perseid said...

Oh no! It's the revolution of the Ducklings! The horror! Run for your lives!

 

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