I saw The Corporation last night with Patty and John. I find it very uncomfortable when movies make me remember my conscience. By the end I felt very cynical and guilty of being a corporate shill. The ending also attempts to drive the point home that Idon't have to be a corporate shill so I should get off my lazy butt and make some change happen. I felt the stirrings of activism bubble up through my body... but it could be from slight nausea because the person behind me smelled of rum and coke. Weird.
I think my corporate upbringing (one part of the film goes into how children are constantly manipulated) was fighting a battle with my innate sense of what is right because I was constantly conflicted while watching the movie. At certain points I felt ready to just go out there and become an activist in a third world country... and then the next minute I'm giggling 'cause the woman speaking on the screen looks like a MAN, man. Darn you Rupert Murdoch, for my short attention span!
One of the most interesting parts of the film is how they first established the corporation as a person. And then they go symptom by symptom through the DSM-IV (manual of mental disorders) and it turns out, the corporation as an entity is a psychopath. And of course with my nerdy cogsci background I'm all over that.
