Hope you’re all ready to be horrified, sad, and fucking
furious today, because we’ve got a whopper of a real-life dramatisation to talk
about right here. Following in the footsteps of his righteous turn in the
scathing exposé Spotlight, star and producer Mark Ruffalo is once again
playing a man taking the fight to a large-scale conspiracy, one that starts out
in a little pocket of rural Americana but then reveals its tendrils all over
the world. However, rather than systemic cover-up of sexual abuse, this film
deals in something that might outweigh even that in terms of genuinely
hideous behaviour: A chemical manufacturer who wilfully contaminated a vast
majority of American citizens, and by extension a hefty amount of the global
population.
Without bogging itself down too much in chemistry
jargon, Mario Correa and Matthew Michael Carnahan’s scripting manages to
explain what the chemical is, what it does to living things (shown with a very
grisly look at cow anatomy) and just how far it spread through the
production of Teflon-coated cookware and the like. It’s the kind of
stomach-churning revelation that, if you’re going into this not knowing the
story beforehand (which, full admission, includes myself), can make one feel
particularly queasy, especially when they get into the hard numbers of just how
many people, world-wide, have this chemical in their bodies. Like, upper-90s
across the board.
But it merely shining a spotlight on this level of human
endangerment and negligence isn’t even where the film hits its biggest points. That
comes in how it shows the effect that all of this has on the people holding
that spotlight; the people who want this shit to be known and stopped. It is an
insanely depressing notion that, whenever whistle-blowers of any stripe come
forward about a larger group’s misdeeds, they get targeted as being the
problem. Just because they dared to bring it up, and in regards to DuPont, the
chemical-spewing shitgibbons in question, their employment record and
thinly-coated rapport with ‘the people’ allowed them the benefit of the
doubt at first. It’s quite confronting how common that same thought pattern is
when it comes to just about any social activism, especially against organisations
with a reach this big.
And in the midst of the film’s frequent musings on the
psychological toll of taking on this case, being bombarded with red tape and
paperwork all the while, the way that religious faith plays into the narrative
in exceptionally vibrant fashion, and how it manages to portray a lot of fiery
emotions without utterly exploding on-screen (Ruffalo’s on-screen restraint and
stress-addled reactions are stunning to watch unfold), the big message of this
whole thing? Populism. And I don’t mean what the elite themselves like to
proffer in exchange for furthering the divide; I mean honest-to-Dudeness common
man vs. the higher-ups. In no uncertain terms, the film is aware of the uphill
struggle that is Bilott’s war against DuPont, but is also grimly aware that, at
the end of the day, no company is going to look out for them. We only have
ourselves, and each other, to protect us.
It’s the kind of unifying, enlightening display of hope in
the face of both literally and figuratively dark waters that really, really
made me feel something. For a story with such a fundamentally terrifying
premise, and one based on actual events at that, it ultimately wraps up on a
note not of definitive victory, but of reassurance that while the fight is far
from over, those fighting for us are also far from stopping. 2020 has taken a
serious toll on a lot of us, and I have definitely been feeling the creeping
despair of life under COVID-19, so seeing a film like this that outright
refuses to let the darkness take over and fight the righteous cause… even with
everything I’ve written down here, I still don’t think I have the words to
express how much I needed this film.
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