Backing up our memories seems like a logical concept to reflect on, considering that they are often unreliable and erroneous; the mind often having a mind of it’s own. We are able to remember obscure and minute occurrences, while forgetting the majority of events that happen throughout our everyday lives. This being said, memories also play a huge role in the make up of our skillset, language, and overall development. We are inspired by our experiences and continue to shape and reshape our attributed personalities from what we are exposed to overtime. If it is these memories that solely make up who we are, then how far does this fluidity go when taking into account other’s perception of ourselves?
It’s never easy moving into a new apartment. Besides the hours of unpacking and settling in, there’s always the question of your neighbors. Will they be nice? Will they play music until four in the morning? Will they be sociopathic killers? Unfortunately, when the protagonist of Gnaw, Jennifer, moves into a new home, she finds that her new neighbors include both the best, and worst, of what you can experience.
It seems we have hit a point of rigidity. We can’t make anything new or original without having it soaked in blood and gore. We certainly can’t make anything original AND with a diverse cast because the internet is still too young for it. So we must look back to “better days” where there was just not enough POC to make white people uncomfortable but give the industry a reason to say, “hey, look, you guys get roles too.”
Isn’t it plausible that present attitudes towards women combined with rapid technological
advances as shown in EX MACHINA could be the “before” of some apocalyptic event that leads to
the “after” world of MAD MAX where the inhabitants have been brainwashed to believe they have
no responsibility for the apocalypse and healthy, fertile women are held as breeding slaves by a
tyrant who controls what scarce natural resources are left?