Modern England is a country where speaking out at length can bring sudden and unexpected punishments. So here is a brief review of a film we have just watched on our new Google Chromecast receiver.
Silent Night is a British film from 2021. The Government has declared an apocalypse. No one knows its cause, but there is a vast cloud of allegedly poisonous gas sweeping across the planet. All that can be done to avoid terrible suffering from the effects of this cloud is to issue the population with exit pills, which will allow everyone to die with dignity. Rather, they will allow almost everyone to die with dignity. Because they are in short supply, only those in the right classes or with the right connections have been able to get hold of these pills.
The film begins with a Christmas gathering of dribble class archetypes. They have the perfect dribble class diversity. There is a Nigerian doctor with his English wife. There is a black lesbian. Most have children. They have all been to public school. They all have the same dribble class accents, and the same opinions that are not as stupid as they look, once we realise they are just a relay to the masses of ruling class legitimisation ideology. Because of their money and connections, they have avoided the starvation that is affecting the rest of England. Instead, they have gathered in a nice house with land. There is a big Aga in the kitchen. There is a greenhouse where the menfolk can gather to share their joint. Even so, they are running short of food and drink, and Christmas lunch is less that it would once have been.
They sit about, uttering the f-word in every sentence, and competing at the sort of dribble class exhibitionism that makes every British film commissioned by the Establishment so unwatchable. I think of Notting Hill, and Four Weddings and a Funeral, and Love Actually, and, and – well, and anything with Helena Bonham Carter and Colin Farrell and all the other usual suspects. I have never watched any of these films all the way through, but have seen enough of them to hate them. For the most part, Silent Night does look just like one of those ghastly films. The difference is that its characters are waiting for the moment the gas cloud comes in sight, when they will all swallow their exit pills and fall down dead.
The only dissidence is from one of the children. He keeps asking what reason his elders have for believing that the poison cloud is so deadly and so painful. The Government says it is painful and deadly. The media says it is painful and deadly. But these are plainly untrustworthy sources of information about anything. What evidence can his elders provide from their own experience that things are as they are said to be? The only answer he gets is patronising reference to the Establishment consensus. He is told very firmly to take his exit pill when offered and be grateful.
I am not sure if it was the intention of its makers, but I spent the whole film wishing the entire cast would commit suicide and bring the smug chatter of their destructive opinions to an end. I think, however, this was the intention. I will give no spoilers, but there is a one second shot at the end of the film. Without that, the film is just another invitation to admire and imitate the well-fed middle management of the disaster that is modern England. With that shot, it becomes the most politically subversive film I have seen in recent years. It becomes a vicious attack on the Coronavirus panic and those poisonous vaccines fed to the population.
So there is my recommendation for a Christmas film to cheer the whole family. I suggest it should be treated as a Christmas classic, to be watched every year before lunch.
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Sean, do you mean Colin Farrell or the cuckold Colin Firth? I am not familiar with any movies by the former but the latter is certainly insufferable not only to his wife.
All much of a muchness to me
Sounds chillingly convincing, to me. The Covid police state was surely only a dry run for the real thing? Sir David Attenborough, darling of the BBC, says the human population is far too big and needs to be reduced to ‘save the planet’. Who are we to contradict? Mind you, they may not need to invent another emergency, as a nuclear winter seems highly likely, very soon, which will do.the job nicely. I’d like to get my hands on one of those suicide pills, though!