...and why they never fail to get me rolling my eyes in disbelief.
We watched The Mist last night and while I was initially intrigued by it, I quickly was mind-boggled by the illogic of the situation.
It should be forewarned, if you don't want spoilers... go away now...
I won't even talk about the scene selection, pacing, and general direction, all of which I found quite lacking, but will instead just focus on the actions of the people in the story.
Our protagonist lives in a remote, scenic lakeside town. The morning after a nasty storm, he takes his son and surly next door neighbor into town to visit the store for necessary supplies. They notice a heavy mist coming down out of the mountains and across the lake, which is a bit odd but not initially frightening. As they drive in, they see a convoy of military vehicles speeding away. When they reach the store, they understandably find it packed with people stocking up. We are introduced to a handful of prominent supporting characters like the crazy uber-religious lady, the transient badass biker, the kindly seeming old mountain man, the cute checkout girl, and the townie who joined the military. That done, someone screams and a bloody man comes running across the parking lot yelling about something in the mist dragging poor Billybob away. Sure enough, there is the mist closing in, hot on his heels. One guy runs for his car but doesn't get in before the mist overtakes him. We hear bloody, squelchy, teary noises and a lot of screaming.
Now, without going into a synopsis of the movie, we have people piled into a store which is like a cross between a good-sized supermarket and a hardware store. As the camera is panning over this place, we were counting off the useful chemicals and implements that we could use in such a situation... even WITHOUT knowing there were monsters outside. The crazy lady, who it is worth noting is set up from the beginning as being the town's complete nutcase that nobody likes dealing with, begins preaching about the end of days and how everyone will die as God is demanding their blood for the sins of humanity. In short order, a few people head off to the loading bay for supplies and one of them gets dragged away by nasty, monstrous tentacles. This just intensifies crazy lady's outrageous preaching.
It is at this point that the movie begins going downhill for me. Crazy lady is freaking people out and there are children in tears. And, despite being told this, she insists on upsetting people. They do nothing.
No. Not me. Panic is not an option in survival mode. Knock the crazy heffer out. When she wakes up, if she hasn't learned her lesson, out the door with her. Take no chances with so many other people's safety on the line, let alone people that I love, like my own child. Everyone is expendible in that situation, even me.
But the movie progresses and crazy lady starts slowly gathering believers, spreading her crazy. Now, the message here is that society and civilized behavior will break down very quickly in a crisis. I get that. But people will fight FAR harder for their survival what The Mist lets on. It may just be me, but I'm not going to let a potential threat linger within striking distance for longer than it takes me to line up an overwhelming attack against it. And take no chances still applies... there is no compromise. Threat is gone, permantently, and if that means killing people, I'm fine with that.
Eventually the crazy mob becomes the vast majority of the people in the store and the ideals they are upholding are that blood has to be paid until God is satisfied. Guess who the first "volunteers" are going to be? But our protagonist and friends STILL don't do anything proactive and instead come up with a not-so-sneaky plan to get the hell out of crazy-mart. In typical movie fashion, the mob catches on a bit too soon and there is a confrontation. Right there, again, I would be ruthless in defending myself and those I cared about. People in the mob would die and, zealous or not, seeing their number thinned a little without hesitation would make the rest pause to decide who was going to take their chances next. But it goes a step further and not until crazy lady demands the protagonist's son as the first sacrifice do we FINALLY see some real behavior.
What's worse, the movie also makes people out to be stupid. Despite a hardware store full of useful stuff, the best defense they come up with is piling dog food and fertilizer bags against the windows like sandbags and soaking mops in buckets of kerosene to make torches. This, of course, doesn't work too good and only ends up in someone knocking the wheeled mop-bucket over and setting himself on fire. They know there are monsters roaming outside, so they turn a bunch of lanterns on... that won't attract attention...:? And, its mist. If you want it to go away, turn up the heat. Instead of wasting that kerosene setting Jethro on fire, why not fill up some containers and toss a couple of nice, big firepots out into the parking lot to both light the outside a bit and, maybe, burn away some of the mist from the front of the building? If some of you are going to go next door and try to fetch medicine from the pharmacy, why scatter and spread out once you get inside the building instead of watching each other's backs?
Maybe it's just me and the friends I keep, but our version of a survival movie would NOT play out so lame and victimized as what we see on the big screen. That could be a side effect of having seen so many such stories play out in games and movies, learning from those mistakes... but also think that writers don't understand or like to admit just how base and ruthless a person will get when everything important to them is on the line.
Everyone but my daughter is expendible. Remember that if the zombies come while you're at my house. Because I don't have to be faster than the zombies... I just have to be faster than you. And with my knife sticking out of the side of your knee... you aren't going to be THAT fast. ;)
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