Working on The Moon
One of the pleasures of being your own boss and working your own hours is the possibility to take in the occasional matinee at the local cinema. Sensibly priced tickets and near empty auditoriums are of course a bonus, but there is also a guilty pleasure to be had from sitting in a darkened theater, munching salty popcorn and sipping Idris ginger beer when everyone else is hard at work. Going to the cinema is a rare treat when out on the road so when I am home I relish in it and it makes a refreshing escape from planning.
This weeks film was Moon starring Sam Rockwell. Directed by Duncan Jones, son of Ziggy Stardust (aka David Bowie), the film sees Sam Bell (Rockwell) coming to the end of his three year contract with Lunar a fictional energy company of the future. A faithful employee his home has been a moon base where he has spent his days alone, mining Helium 3, the precious gas holds the key to reversing the Earth’s energy crisis.
Isolated Sam has followes the rulebook obediently. He does his job mechanically, and spends most of his spare time, eating food out of bags, building a model town and dreaming of his imminent return to Earth, to his wife, young daughter and retirement. But two weeks shy of his departure from the moon, Sam starts seeing and hearing things and it all starts going horribly wrong.
A thought provoking film I left the cinema feeling concerned and claustrophobic and delighted to be able to enjoy the questionable fresh air of Clapham Common on a Tuesday afternoon. Moon paints a disturbing picture of a not so distant future for our planet and its inhabitants and returning home to work on plans for my trip up the Mekong I was left pondering H.D Walden’s thoughts on the work ethic that has enveloped the western world since the industrial revolution we he wrote
‘we spend of the best part of one’s life earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable part’
Enjoy the film!