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I am as surprised as you are to find myself writing about the film Mad Max Fury Road.
The Mad Max films, which feature an apocolyptic world, have to find an apoloclypic looking place to film, you know. This time they chose Namibia. You see the film was to be shot in Australia, but the weather intervened when as the Namibian reports:
...unseasonal heavy rain rid the Australian desert landscape of its post-apocalyptic features and turned it into a bed of wild flowers.
But that's another story....
At first, everyone figured that was bad news for Australia (economy wise, I suppose) and good news for Namibia (economy wise, I suppose again). The film costs one hundred million dollars or so to make, so I guess people figured some of that would get spread around.
Well, seems that is not all that got spread around, but more of that later.
Extras always get a little cash and they often come from amongst the "locals." The film shooting in Namibia was no exception. They needed about fifty children between the ages of 16 and 18, for example, and sent out a recruiting scout to track down some kids who, as again reported in the Namibian, were, "tall and skinny and had a certain look in their face". They found these tall skinny kids with that look at three Namibian high schools. The produces checked things out with principals and parents and requested the kids sign an employment contract. From there it gets a little dicey.
A parent said they were promised that most of the work would be done during the May school holidays. This arrangement changed, according to the parent. The second term exams were approaching and work on the film was increasing, putting pressure on the children. Call-outs were random, with no real schedule.
The extras said on a few occasions they were called at 06h00 in the morning to meet at the production headquarters in town (the old Swakopmund municipal building) and be shuttled to a set.
"There would be no breakfast. We were just hustled into a changing room and jumped into action. We would have to stand bare-chested on moving cars. It would be freezing," one said. On one occasion they were out for two days near Henties Bay for about seven hours a day.
For this the "extras (and that is what they were, you know)" received a very little cash money.
Oh well.
However, a larger controversy has developed since then. It seems that the film of the apocalypse decided to do its little part to bring on the apocalypse, well, sort of, not quite, but wouldn't have cared obviously. Seems many believe, quite correctly, that the film crew, probably a bunch of those Hollywood liberals, messed up a very pristine and ancient environment.
Guess what roaring around in road vehicles and and bringing in all kinds of cool looking end of the world machinery does in such a place.
Oh, but surely the crew would fix things up.
The desert where the film was prodiuced is so sensitive and so dry that 120 year old oxwagen tracks are still visible in the sands, or they were anyway. the Dorob national park, where the filming took place, is in the Namib desert, along southern Africa's Atlantic coast. Scientists estimate the area to be between 50m and 80m years old.
In a place where there is less then 20mm of rain per year, almost nothing, the very slow growing plant life that does survive, does so barely, and when messed with takes a whale of a long time to recover, if it ever does.
Travel Time wrote last August, "Man made rehabilitation is pretty much impossible and what remains is loss of habitat and visual scaring."
In fact, he Guardian reports;
A leaked environmental report claims film crew damaged sensitive areas meant to be protected, endangering reptiles and rare cacti.
The independent researcher appointed to write the report, the ecological scientist Joh Henschel, says public consultation prior to filming was insufficient.
"It all happened without an environmental impact assessment," he said, "so it's difficult to assess the extent of the impact without a baseline."
Henschel said the decision to grant permission to film was made before the country's newest enviromental legislation was promulgated. This, he says, which would have prohibited it.
Still the film crew said they put things back to order and the Namibia Film Commission (NFC) has absolved the production team of the film 'Mad Max: Fury Road' of any environmental wrongdoing and attacked the report as incomplete.
But, then, as the Guardian writes, that same government that glossed over the complaints of environmental havoc welcomed the whole mess with open arms and dollar signs in their eyes. The Namibian government,
...was delighted when the director George Miller chose to shoot his post-apocalyptic sequel, Mad Max: Fury Road, starring Charlize Theron, in its country, bringing in 370m Namibian dollars (£27m) to the economy, employing about 900 local staff, and paying 150m Namibian dollar in taxes.
It's called cover your ass and pocket your cash.
A failing and flailing Empire has a million ways to mess with you, with your well being, with your planet, and they do it with no shame. They don't care. They don't even always get it. They just roll along. Global capital is global capital whether it is heavy industry, the computer game, communications, services, agriculture, or FILM.
Global capital is on a mission of seek and destroy..
The following is from the Pacific Standard by way of Slate.
How the New Mad Max Movie Messed With Namibia
The cautionary tale of resource scarcity actually caused harm during filming.
Dorob National Park.
Photo by Ebe 1003
This article first appeared on the website of Pacific Standard magazine.
Here’s a drinking game: Sit down with some friends and talk about modern life and fossil fuels—supply, demand, embargoes, carbon, cars, batteries, whatever—and see how long it takes for someone to mention Mad Max. Ever since 1979, when an Australian ER doctor named George Miller and his friend James McCausland released a bootstrapped film about a bunch of gnarly drifters driving around looking for gasoline after the apocalypse, Mad Max has become thecultural reference point for fossil fuel depletion and the dystopia that ensues when “people don’t believe in heroes anymore.” Indeed, the film's rather didactic modern fable has been highlighted in all sorts of serious discussions about resource depletion, oil dependency, chaos, and environmental collapse.
Mad Max makes a compelling moral fable for first-world viewers about fossil fuel dependence leading to environmental collapse and moral decadence. But it makes for a flimsy system of analysis in the real world. That problem is illustrated perfectly by the many troubles that transpired when Mad Max: Fury Road, the fourth installment of the franchise, was filmed in Namibia in July-November 2012. The issues ranged from the comical (the caterer reportedly disappeared without paying the Hollywood stars’ hefty imported almond milk bill) to the sobering (damaging the local ecosystem and playing to stereotypes of Africa). Altogether, the story reveals just how deeply we misunderstand energy scarcity and environmental destruction, especially in the underdeveloped world.
Of course the production of Mad Max: Fury Road wasn’t adequately green—that’s entirely predictable, given the 800-person crew and fleet of freakish vehicles. What’s more interesting is that environmental degradation—of the type that makes us stop believing in heroes—doesn’t necessarily look bad or ugly. In fact, the movie was filmed in Namibia in the first place because of changing climate. For a decade or so, Miller planned to shoot the film in Australia, in the New South Wales desert town of Broken Hill. But freak rains have turned the formerly dry-as-an-apocalypse area into a field of bobbing wildflowers. Really. And fields of wildflowers, while they may be real signs of ecological calamity, do not read as such on the screen. So the film had to up and move to Namibia, which boasts a desert landscape—with a healthy but nearly invisible lichen crust—that appears properly damaged to Western eyes. Whew!
Namibia may have nearly looked the part, but creating a fable about the effects of environmental destruction predictably still required quite a bit of mutilation—in a fragile place whose yearly rainfall is measured in wisps of fog, where tiny crusts of lichen take decades to develop. On a message board devoted to the film, a tourist wrote that he or she heard from a guide that the crew “brought in sand to simulate a more desert like enviroment (sic).” A “lonely tree” apparently looked a little too lonely—“new branches had to be glued” onto it. Of course this is hearsay, but it shows how cinematic environmental ruin is at odds with the real.
Environmental impact aside, the shear surrealism of Mad Max: Fury Road’s experience in Namibia reveals the limits of the fable. Mad Max’s implicit warning about the perils of gasoline dependence makes intuitive sense to Americans and Australians—sitting in traffic jams, we feel we've become morally soft. In Australia, there are 551 cars per thousand people—cars are part of the culture and soul of the country. But in Namibia cars are a rarity. For every thousand Namibians, there are 52 cars. So this “Road War” is being shot in a country with very few roads, and only 14 percent of them are paved.
It’s a little perverse to use Namibia to teach the developed world this lesson. For Namibia and other under-developed countries, burning more fossil fuels offers one path to social cohesion and environmental preservation—the very opposite of collapse. The average Namibian creates just 1.4 metric tons of carbon a year, while the average Australian creates 16.7. In 2010, only 34 percent of Namibians had access to electricity, which means they cut wood or other biomass to cook dinner. Increasing electrification in Africa preserves remaining forests, cuts the time people spend scavenging wood, improves health, and, because of electric lights, creates more opportunities for education. (Of course, Nambians don't have to use fossil fuels to make electricity; they could use solar or nuclear.) Per capita, Americans use nine times as many kilowatt hours as Namibians do. All of that energy gives Americans a certain degree of control over our destinies—we can work in IT rather than tilling the land; we can avoid asthma attacks by cooking over an electric stove rather than a wood fire. We are engaged in a Rube Goldberg-esque machine that turns energy into economic value, and it has meant that we keep our antibiotics in the fridge and leave the trees standing when we cook dinner. We in the first world obviously need to make our own factory way less carbon intensive. But there's nothing inherently evil about creating progress itself.
Namibia also provides a slightly bizarre counter-argument to the fears of resource scarcity that run through Western culture from Malthus to Mad Max. With a stable government, a smallish population of 2 million, and 10 percent of the world’s uranium, Namibia is not on the verge of running out of anything except water and arable land. The country literally has a beach covered in diamonds; as with all diamond producers, its main challenge is to extract diamonds from the seabed slowly enough to maintain high prices. The perception of scarcity is an important commodity itself in hypercapitalist societies—it's what keeps stock prices high, makes lines form outside the Apple Store, and gets people asking $10,000 for a ticket to the Hurricane Sandy benefit concert. Fear of scarcity is as vital to our culture as consumption—which is part of what gives the Mad Max fable its power.
Namibia also offers a hopeful lesson in environmental stewardship. After a century of German colonial occupation, South African apartheid, and war, Namibia’s lion population was down to a few dozen by the 1980s. Now, thanks to a community stewardship program that cut poaching, the country has 120 lions, and the elephant and rhino populations are also flourishing. During a trip in 2012, I sat in the safety of a rental car and watched five lions roughhousing under a tree.
Finally, there was something a bit sour about the way the film production hired local boys to portray the downfall of civilization. The boys, who were recruited from three local high schools, said they sometimes started work at 6 a.m., when the desert can be cold. They earned between $12 and $59 per day for riding around in the backs of trucks without shirts on, embodying the myth of the African with nothing left to lose. According to the local paper, the boys were chosen because they were "tall and skinny and had a certain look in their face." What was that certain look? Maybe they were worried about missing their exams. Namibian media reported that parents and high school principals were angry that the boys were missing too much school. The boys themselves reportedly said that being extras was "fun, but not worth it," suggesting that they had a very good sense of what they had to lose. Anyway, the meaning of “skinny” is entirely different in Namibia—which currently has high HIV rates—than it is in Hollywood.
I'm not dissing Fury Road. I'll definitely go see it. What I will stop doing is using Mad Max as shorthand for a fossil-fuels-and-the-fall-of-paradise parable that simply isn't true. Paradise is falling all the time—but in unexpected ways. It could be that perpetuating the Mad Max vision of disaster could even blind us to realities—like when environmental apocalypse is a field of flowers in the wrong place. The truth is that we, not high-school boys from Namibia, are those people “who will do anything” for fuel, even pay for gasoline on credit cards with 28 percent interest. My advice for the next Mad Max: Avoid national parks, and find something more actually downfallen, like abandoned shopping malls.
