Last night, I watched British writer-director Franny Armstrong’s most recent film The Age of Stupid. Armstrong previously co-directed the 2005 doc McLibel (1997, 2005) with Ken Loach, on the famous 10-year McDonald’s libel trial in the UK. A long-time environmentalist and a self-proclaimed vegetarian at the age of 11, Armstrong read zoology at Camden College, where her thesis was ‘Is the human species suicidal?’ She recently told The Guardian “I read it again recently. It was the blueprint for this film.”
The film in question is the new, provocatively- titled “The Age of Stupid”. The documentary on the topic of climate change, has been in some stage of planning and production for the last six years. It was financed largely through 228 investor shares ranging between 5,000₤ and 35,000₤ in a bank-skirting “crowd-funding” scheme, and with an immense crew of 108. It also had a very dramatic opening screening, as it was simultaneously beamed via satellite to 65 cinemas, making it technically the largest opening screening of all time. Couple this with an innovative self-distribution process, and the film looks perhaps more interesting behind the scenes than in front.
The feature-length film consists of interviews with people in seven locations around the world, including India, France, England, Nigeria, Jordan, Iran and the US. The interviewees range from an 83-year old French eco-tour guide, to a young entrepreneurial Nigerian nursing student, a frustrated British wind farm engineer (he has trouble selling the idea of wind energy to people who value ‘the view’ and ‘property values’ over sustainability), a recently-retired American geologist who worked for big oil, two pre-teen Iraq War refugees play-acting war games, and Jeh Wadia, an Indian low-cost airline magnate. The recurring, fast-paced snippets of interviews and tv news reports are book-ended by 3-d animated sequences as well as straight live-action fiction sections that set the film as coming from the perspective of a media archivist (played by actor Pete Postlethwaite ), in the year 2055. Apparently, this futuristic framing device was added rather late in the film-making process. Armstrong conceded in the same Guardian article that “we had a pretty much finished the film about a year ago, but when I watched it, I wasn’t happy. I’d taken all these people’s money and it wasn’t good enough. So we brainstormed and decided to introduce a fictional element.”
Unfortunately, while the film’s main aim is admirable, and while it does ‘work’ in its chosen look — the whole film is infused with an internet searchbot aesthetic — spectacle overtakes content. And this, starting from the first frame: the explosive computer-animated Big Bang, with all of evolution following a sped-up timeline ranging from 13 Billion years ago to the year 2055, forming the 90-second title sequence. As the apocalyptic archivist surfs his intranet’s historical documents from inside his lighthouse/oil rig Museum of Mankind, the 3-d computer animated dystopia around him is revealed to be in ruins, flooded, or on fire. While maintaining a somewhat crazed and alarmed look on his face, the well-kept archivist channel-surfs and fast-forwards his way through various news reports on the causes and effects of climate change. The film-maker feels it’s necessary to advise us in the pre-credit sequence that whereas “[t]he future climate events portrayed in this film are based on mainstream climate projections”, ” [e]verything from the present day and the past is real news and documentary footage”.
The poignant interviews with the French Fernand Pareau living near Mont Blanc, who laments the glacier’s shrinking seven meters each year, are greatly diminished and rendered cartoony themselves through their juxtaposition with other 2-d computer animation and simulated computer game-like interactivity sequences throughout the film. That said, those cartoon sequences do in themselves effectively explain the magnitude of the problem of climate change due to overuse of fossil fuels, and nicely illustrate the Global Cap concept, depicting the plan to reduce and finally bring an end to fossil fuel use in a socially-equitable way, by the year 2065. The film’s closing credit sequence quickly presents more emission equivalencies between nationalities, while addressing the urgency of public pressure, as the important agreement may be signed in December 2009 in Copenhagen. The overloaded frame also provides a link to this film’s web-activist persona at http://notstupid.org/
Most of the characters interviewed, like the now-retired American geologist Alvin DuVernay , are shown trying to make a living in a world that values only money, and only money right now. Under the surface, though, the well-heeled Indian entrepreneur Jeh Wadia, the Hurricane Katrina survivor geologist joins Piers Guy, a British wind farm engineer, and Layefa Malini a Nigerian nursing student who “wants to be famous” and “live like an American”, all reveal aspects of our individual attempts to work within the unchanging top-down socio-economic structure, while at the same time the planet itself dramatically changes before our eyes. It’s not very surprising then, that Ms. Malini finds relative financial success only when she starts selling petrol as opposed to petrol-polluted fish. It’s not shocking that geologist Alvin DuVernay ‘would do it [work for the oil industry for 30 years ] all again’, because, hey– you have to work! It’s also very logical that the residents of Cornwall reject even a reduced and less obtrusive plan for a wind farm with a 10-to-1 vote against it.
There is a real crisis in value and social responsibility here that is subtly addressed through most of the interviews, but they get lost when dropped amidst the film’s rampant pace and eclectic visuals. There is really no time for contemplation on why humanity is doing what it does. The supposedly over-arching thesis: ‘Is the human race itself suicidal?’ is in the end partially revealed to be just another way to maintain an irresponsible business-as-usual attitude. While on the practical side of things, of course, one imagines that the film’s special effects and framing devices were added to increase the entertainment value that have become a part of the financially successful ‘pop-documentary’ canon, as seen through the recent works of Michael Moore (Sicko, Fahrenheit 9/11), Davis Guggenheim/Al Gore (An Inconvenient Truth), Peter Joseph (Zeitgeist, and its addendum) and Morgan Spurlock (Supersize Me, Where in the World is Osama Bin Laden). In the end (or as the film shamelessly posits it: “The End?”), I feel that despite the innovative attempts to finance and distribute the film in a way that by-passes the dominant financial systems, in a world where the media has been ‘dumbed down’ enough, it looks like, if anything, The Age of Stupid reveals that it too is caught in that same crisis. But maybe the documentary film is as suicidal as the rest of us.


















