Why white collar moralists are right!

Rating: 1/10 (16 January 2008)

As I sit down and drink my Chambertin,(Not Merlot of course, "Sideways" showed the folly of that swivel) and take an escapist demeanor form my busy work as a high-school math teacher, I can't not begin to express my admiration for this film. It speaks the truth that lies at the core of every great work of art, including that social comment is art. (Oh, I miss the sixties). The truth of White-collar America being right!
This movie proves WE are not only the voice of reason but great artists as well and in touch with that adorable pop-culture.
Of course WE understand the danger of the situation first and with our course of high-school psychology we are in an enlightened position to tell people: "It's all right to be scared." We are not being condescending at all. We are truly concerned, because WE are better people after all. When someone has third degree burns, naturally you ask one of US to treat him; WE have been to college and having a master 's degree in arts or any degree at all, make us skilled to act as a physician.
Theists are all fools prone to rant and should feel the logical corrective slap of the dainty hand of a blond woman, and if all else fails they should be shot, but don't worry WE mourn for the loss of life and the devastation of reason. (I am more of a Buddhist deep down.)
It shows a fact that I've suspected all along, blue-collar workers manual labor, shudder- drink and follow those who preach "salvation"; of course I know salvation is just a big fat check away.
There was this lovable store-clerk who had embraced OUR way of thinking and I felt like giving him some gourmet-cheese to reward his compliance.(Here boy!) The ending was brilliant, its poignant symbolism of leaving the tyrannical religious lower class and WE white-collar saints only, possessing the courage the traverse the unknown. Brilliant! Oh yes, the clerk had to die by the way, he still was working class after all.
And the heart-breaking ending is simply stunning; the fog lifts and the man of reason has shot his son and his lackeys all in vain. Oh, the Irony! Than WE scream, scream, scream and scream some more.
The only thing I didn't like is the fact many insects had straighter teeth than I. An amazing movie that makes you think, by which I mean it preaches the white-collar intellectual gospel that I made my own during my late teens in the soul-wrenching suburbs.
Thank you, Darabont.
Now I am going to read the novella, because the book is always better than the film. (Darn, who do I like better? Steven King or Dan Brown?)