I watched the move “The Grey” last night, starring Liam Neeson. It started out as “we,” but my wife quickly had had enough. I wanted my $4.99 worth. (This is not movie review, lest you think I have any pretensions in that area. But if you are thinking about seeing it, don’t read any further.)
The movie is set in Alaska, and is ugly throughout. The only thing that held my interest was the potential for a happy ending, but the lead characters are one-by-one killed off, including Neeson’s character, Ottway, at the end. Wolves, assuming demonic proportions, stalk them throughout as if they did not have better things to do … like hunting prey with more protein and fat. Ottway tries to lead the pack of men to safety in the trees. Wolves apparently don’t go there. The symbolism is beyond me.
Of course the movie is a metaphor for facing our deepest fears. But Jesus, let us win now and then!
The only other movies that came to mind were those set in Southeast Asia where our nightmare is the “Viet Cong.” We never saw them – only their punji stakes and other barbarous traps picking off the good guys one-by-one. Those movies were intended for propaganda purposes to demonize our enemies and justify the slaughter that we inflicted on that country. This one … unless Obama is thinking about invading Canada (a routine American ritual in our early years … hmmm …) taunts our psyches for unknown reasons.
The movie is based on a short story, Ghost Walker, by MacKenzie Jeffers, who also co-wrote the screenplay (thank you, Wiki). People who saw it in a theater surely came out smiling … relieved at rejoining life after such a dark journey!
My wife was reminded of Sarah Palin shooting wolves from the safety of a helicopter. The animals are a Jungian archetype, as in Little Red Riding Hood where the Big Bad one symbolizes hunger. (Hunger has constantly stalked humans in our post-hunter-gatherer existence.)
If you have a chance to see The Grey, at least know that it is not a kind treatment of either wolves or humans. I can count the number of times cast members smiled on one hand and still pick my nose.



