Atlas Shrugged: Part 1 is a very special kind of shitty
Directed by Paul Johansson. Starring Taylor Schilling, Grant Bowler, and Matthew Marsden. Rated PG.
Well, here’s a pickle. This adaptation of Ayn Rand’s monument to her own insanity is stupid, crazy, and inept, and it certainly doesn’t have anything like the fevered grandeur of King Vidor’s 1949 take on The Fountainhead. But it’s wildly entertaining if you’re in a certain frame of mind. Should you be spending your money on it? Hey, who is John Galt?
Make it to the end of this inadvertent camp-fest, the first in a proposed trilogy directed by Paul Johansson (better known as Steve Sanders’ old nemesis on Beverly Hills 90210), and you’ll find out. The movie gives up its secrets a little sooner than the book, the other key change being that Rand’s tale—published in 1957—is plunked in the year 2016. A decision, I’m sure, that has nothing to do with saving millions on period detail, and everything to do with lending Rand’s sermon on unregulated super-capitalism some contemporary bite.
But the plot and ideas have not been updated. With society collapsing around them, it still takes the alliance of maverick railway magnate Dagny Taggart (Taylor Schilling) and stubbornly individualist steel baron Hank Reardon (Grant Bowler) to get America working again, the two of them battling her spineless asshole of a brother, anti-monopoly legislation, and bogus safety concerns as they go.
“What’s with all this altruism, anyway?” huffs Taggart at one point, in between heroic bouts of enlightened self-interest and sizzling exchanges with her visionary business partner. His big steel rail? Her caboose? Hey-O! Meanwhile, why are those other great men-of-purpose like Colorado oil billionaire Ellis Wyatt vanishing from the face of the earth?
It doesn’t matter that Atlas Shrugged bears no relation at all to the 21st century (or reality, or anything else). Like the Left Behind of Objectivism, it’s made for fanatics who don’t mind a TV movie sheen on their sacred text. Meanwhile, lovers of transcendentally shitty cinema (we exist!) will find a different kind of heaven.
Watch the trailer for Atlas Shrugged: Part 1.






Miguel
re: A. MacInnis
"I was once a Randroid, to my great embarrassment (around ages 17-19). Shhh, it's a secret."
What changed? I'd love to know what you've found to be damningly invalid.
I share your embarrassment.... I hide a progressive liberal zombie past, also in my late teens. Hidden away, I keep a shameful box of Chomsky branded left-over fast-food-intellectualism for people who think central banks and bureaucracies should run the world. I plan to use it as evidence of my subservience to the state, if/when the thought police arrive and charge me with not enjoying my slavery.
The truth comes out of the darkness when they are exposed
So much for the commie/progressive/looters with Jello brains and selfish me first kids and adults who wait for their parents to die in a urine smelling nursing home they hardly ever visit. Damn these socialist pigs who never served their country or understood hard work and personal responsibility...God bless John Galt
http://www.englishcompanion.com/Readings/booklists/loclist.html
I read the book and watched the movie and found that it was no more or less true to the book than any other movie adaptation of a novel. The book was better. The movie was fun because the book was wonderful.
Those two points and Adrian Mack's use of questionable language and innuendo in place of rational argument places that movie review in the realm of, "a very special kind of shitty".
Just watch the movie and you will see what al the buzz is about
Miguel
Roughly speaking, what changed was:
1. Having gotten into Rand in high school, I attended a few Ayn Rand society meetings at SFU and discovered that it was all business students, conservatives, and banker's sons who would subscribe to any philosophy that said they shouldn't have to pay taxes. Suffice to say that I did not feel at home, whereas my standing as a Randian didn't put me in very good stead in my philosophy classes...
2. I realized that the neocons who DO support Ayn Rand are generally quite two-faced, praising the market on one hand while taking advantage wherever possible of what Chomsky has called the corporate welfare state; and that in many cases (transit) it is in fact FAR preferable to have public institutions than privatization than to surrender all to the free market - as I think Randians are more or less obliged, by the terms of the ideological blinkers she crafts, to believe.
3. I started seeing (even in those pre-Rush Limbaugh, pre-Fox news years) a lot of hysterical intellectual dishonesty on the right that I wanted nothing to do with. I remember receiving an Objectivist newsletter in my early 20's that was selling a book - I don't remember the title - that claimed that the environmentalist movement was just another big-government ploy to meddle in the world of business, that environmental safeguards shouldn't be a matter of law, and that it will be CAPITALISM and human inventiveness that solve the environmental problems of the world, not regulations or big government or such. All of which seemed then and seems to me now to be the intellectual and moral equivalent of Slim Pickens' whoops of joy as he rides the A-bomb down to glory in Dr. Strangelove : more than any other single event, it was my Big Yuck moment, where I decided I had been seduced by intellectually dishonest horseshit; the only people who would be at all attracted to such a point of view would be businessmen and industrialists who were knowingly disregarding environmental standards, or didn't want to be hemmed in further; their "philosophy" was just an extension of their business interests, nothing more. Maybe if I were from Alberta, I'd feel differently, but...
5. (and around that time, my own state of mind changed, as well - I explored Nietzsche, hallucinogens, Robert Anton Wilson, even went through a period where I was associating with a charismatic, self-proclaimed Lakota "redneck" and spiritual advisor, and I rediscovered left-leaning punk politics. I can hear the Randians on the thread collecting ammo from this paragraph, but screw'em - sometime in my early 20's, I took off the Randian blinkers, put on my Hoffman lenses, and I haven't looked back. Really - why would I?).
And yes, Bern, I realize that.
“Other people do not exist for him, and he does not see why they should,” she wrote, gushing that Hickman had “no regard whatsoever for all that society holds sacred, and with a consciousness all his own. He has the true, innate psychology of a Superman. He can never realize and feel ‘other people.’”
I've always felt that the ideas of Ayn Rand had a sociopathic quality. Frankly, I think you have to be, as an adult, enormously fucked up to take her ideas seriously.
The truth comes out of the darkness when they are exposed
So much for the commie/progressive/looters with Jello brains and selfish me first kids and adults who wait for their parents to die in a urine smelling nursing home they hardly ever visit. Damn these socialist pigs who never served their country or understood hard work and personal responsibility...God bless John Galt
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