Friday, March 02, 2007

On the Bleep

After publicly gone manic over 'the Secret' and assuming to All My Relations that I watch that documentary everyday consciously seeking reprogramming and brainwash, I think I can safely state, also publicly, that the other documentary on the current 'thoughts-become-things' craze I take part in, 'What the Bleep Do We Know', just plainly sucks.

With a college minor in Cinema, I could discourse extensively on how the actors suck (except for the basketball kid—the ONLY non-WASPH human being in the WHOLE feature!!), the settings are artificial, the brilliant interviews become total underachievements amidst the meaningless flashing animations and irritating sound FX, they have caricatures instead of characters, the music is obvious, the sound is a real series of unfortunate cuts, or the soap opera of a woman with a sad love story in her resume makes my stomach roll over. And really, Mexicans have been doing better than that, scriptwise. But that's not my point. What I really want to get out to the world is that 'What the Bleep' makes me feel BAD for who I am, what I feel, and my habits so far.

I totally understand they wanted to make something for the masses, it's their job and their bizz anyway, but why the bleep did they have to make the distracting soap opera heterosexist, all-white, and just offensive to my intelligence? One example is when the world of cells and chemical reactions is being explained. In the typical much-package-little-contents fashion, the animation shows cells as all male and female. And for the first time since the microscope was invented, cells become heterosexual in their lust. From that moment on, all we see is males attracted to females and vice-versa. Besides being all heterosexual, everybody is obviously all white and Xtian. I'm not there. Are you??

The main character of the soap opera is a deaf girl. Naturally, she speaks and 'lip-reads' English as good as any one of us who can hear—she talks on the mobile, flirts, hears a presentation on the metro station, remembers in words—not to mention she does all of that lip-reading without even looking at the lips of the person. She spends about two-thirds of the soap opera rolling eyes. I figure she maybe reads the lips through the waves in the Quantum Field? Get real—that's not the world of an actually hearing-challenged person, but why would they show in a movie of WASPHs an actual person that has other limitations (and therefore POSSIBILITIES!) than the WASPH standard??

The poor girl of our semi-Mexican soap opera achieves illumination after experiencing a Catholic heterosexual wedding fraught with heterosexual cells firing bunny action. Did you think she'd get enlightened in a pagan bonfire?? Or feeling attracted to a black guy? No chance—it's George Bush's America we're talking about here.

Go see that movie again—I did that twice. Show me ONE blonde woman in that unfortunate soap-opera that is not an idiot, a slut who hits on married guys, or a pain in somebody's ass. A WASPH's ass, by the way, because I think for the producers of 'What the Bleep', the Law of Attraction works only for the White, the Anglo-Saxon, the Xtians and the Heterosexuals. With no bleached hair. Based on that movie, the Quantum Field probably hates diversity.

But all the anger that's risen in me can be summed up in the cheap doctrination that 'What the Bleep' really is. Having an all-interview feature is a great, rich possibility, and my beloved 'The Secret' has done that in a brilliant way, that makes me crave for more. Having a single story, well told in a sensitive way, is the greatest treasure in the Universe, because it is not just a possibility, but it also opens up a great world of options and possibilities like Guillermo del Toro's recent masterpiece, 'El Laberinto del Fauno', which instantly became one my favourite films ever the first time I watched it, merely because it revealed to me the Beauty and the Divine Diversity that surrounds my daily life, mirrored in the disparate interpretations of the absolutely same telling. But now, having a cheap story, explained by title-holders, or having title-holders impose their truth and offend my intelligence by illustrating it with a dull soap opera is really something that gets heavily on my nerves. Choose one, and you have a miracle. Shove both down my throat and you are not cross-roading, but crossing a line.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm totally enthusiastic about the Law of Attraction, or 'The Secret' as some call it, these days and I've become a passionate advocate, celebrator and messenger of it. But the second time I watched 'What the Bleep' I hated it even more than the first. That's why I know this is not resistance. But really, just as I think Jack Canfield did a disservice by reducing the whole Miracle Machine that is this life we are living to a stupid US$ 4,5 million dollar mansion, that soap opera is very possibly a real disaster to a person having that as a first-time contact with the real meaning of our lives—which is simply giving meaning to it, regardless of gender, race, hair dye, sexual orientation or impairedness.

The Miracle thrives in choice-making and POSSIBILITY!