wonder how far a life of survival instinct is from one infused with soulful intent,how distanced all such is from the animal? Again, to be fair to the film, theloner’s libertarianism is not exactly disparaged here; but there is a sense that while it does argue that it is much, much better to be the lone wolf than the pack animal, that the loner who survives through canniness, a willingness to act,alone, for better or worse, is vastly more dignified than those who mongrelizeaway into groups, it’s still so many worlds away from where humans need to andshould be.This, then, is not your 70’s post-apocalyptic, where being alone but with your dog was shorthand for experiencing the height of human freedom andexistential thrill. With apologies to the Cold War, oil shortages, and Americansall-drunk on narcissism funk, this is a film made thirty years past ’70’s hysteria,thirty years past the period where
even Republicans
voted for increases in social welfare spending, and those thirty years of brutal withdrawal of social concernand common purpose has made a future of large-scale dissolution seem possibleenough for us now to believe, believe, believe in Obama—because
he just has tobe
the answer. So in an era where the decomposition 70’s style anti-heroesloved because it drew all to their own certain will, feels like it is really could be just ahead, the big draw is not so much libertarian range but security: Alaskadraws Wendy because it may offer a job, in a cannery, which should soundhorrible, last resort, but may in fact appeal for it suggesting a life without toomuch adjusting to experience amidst the uncertain, unsettling now. When an aging, middle class man—the one who ends up taking care of Lucy—who in surer times would have laughed at by anyone with even a hint of hipness for his staidness, is set up in the end primarily to represent stability,good care, and kindness—the good home—you know a society has weathered tothe point where simple security can seem golden. Wendy knows its lure, and isreminded of it the very moment she loses Lucy. Before the loss, while Wendy was with Lucy, Wendy had some composure: she could listen to a group of trainriders—respectfully, if inertly—but dust them off as so much wtk and head alongher way. Set, content, with a dog of considerable well-being and joyfulness, it iseven fair to say of her that she seemed someone with
the capacity
, at least, tomake Alaska more than just a place to get a job, to make it a place where a betterlife might just be realized if not found. But when she loses Lucy, the search for
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