The Visitor and The Mist
I moved in with Neil on June 14th and we have really gone for it transforming his home into our home. This weekend was the first one in 2 months that wasn’t all about working on the pre-move, the move or the post-move. There have been so many lists, so many trips to Homebase, so many deliveries of furniture, so much taken to the recyling centre, charity shops and left on the front steps. Between us we’ve given/thrown away 70% of our old stuff. It has been such an amazing intense period and we are so glad the work is done and we now have a new home.
We decided to make this Sunday gone a ‘holiday in London day’ and that anything practical was banned. We both have unlimited Cineworld cards now and so ended up going to see 2 films: The Visitor and The Mist.
Here’s a little review/critique of them to get me back in my blogging boots.
The Visitor:
I loved it! A beautiful story of one man’s closed heart opening when he helps another. The film artfully walked a balance between examining the political dimensions of immigration, a love story and a story of awakening. Whilst watching it I started to reflect on how a love story will touch people differently depending on their degrees of heart openness without it having to be directly “about them”. I felt as strongly resonant about the love between the white American male lead character and the Syrian/Palestinian Muslim mother of the man in detention as I would have a gay couple or any other. I wondered whether that would be the case with other people: whether the racial, age, gender, nationality or religious dimensions sometimes prevented people from seeing love as love. It occurred to me the more open one’s heart is the more love that ‘looks different’ to yours resonates deeply with you.
This realization makes me feel more understanding for those who can’t relate to different looking love and rather than seeing it as prejudice on their part, instead I can see it as a case of hearts that are still waiting to blossom.
The Mist:
In the words of Bruno this was a big ‘Nicht Nicht’. The trailer looked promising and it was written/adapted and directed by the man who brought us The Shawshank Redemption. It was so heavy handed with it’s politics and is the perfect representation of a ‘Mean-Green’ film.
Ken Wilber in his integral vision writes about stages of development and the green one is level 6. Green represents liberal thinking, a respect for multiple truths and paths, pluralism, multi-culturalism, universal human rights. Aurobindo called it the ‘planetary mind’. The film presented itelf as a green centred film directly attacking religious fundamentalism (Ken Wilber’s Level 4 - Amber - Conformist, Absolutist, Ethnocentric).
A hysterical Christian character sees The Mist as the coming Armageddon and the monsters coming out of it - grabbing the townsfolk from the safety of the supermarket they’re all trapped in - as delivering God’s vengeance. As more people die and those remaining get more and more scared, more people get whipped up by her preaching into joining her. Her mob then start to call for sacrifices to appease the demon beasts and in a frenzied scene she calls for the sacrifice of the main hero’s young son and ‘the whore’ holding him (the nice special-ed teacher). At this point one of the other heroes (there are 5 very clearly marked) an unassuming looking deputy manager of the store shoots her with gory/glory detail through the stomach and forehead. At this point the ‘liberal’ audience clap and cheer loudly (exactly as the director set the scene up for many to do).
The intolerant perspective whipping a mob up into blood lust has now shifted from the Christian character and her mob to the director and the audience. I don’t think ‘mean greens’ see this as similar!!
The term ‘mean green’ refers to the often highly egoic, no-one tells me what to do, mentality commonly associated with level 3 - Red - that can be hidden within the realms of pluralism and relativism. If all points of view are equal then it’s very hard to challenge anyone’s ego. In that case any trapped energy at level 3 that wasn’t given healthy release (often because level 4 is so mean and heavy handed too) will resurface at the green level where it seems to be a sign of being highly evolved. The way that this energy lay at the heart of the film left a sticky, yucky feeling afterwards but thankfully due to the terrible acting and camply over the top monsters the feeling didn’t linger.

