I wasn’t quite sure where to put this. It’s not really so much a movie review as a critique of a Hollywood cliche and it’s not really vitriolic enough to be a rant so I’ll pose it as a philosophical position and invite responses.
So I saw The Polar Express today in the IMAX 3D format. Visually, the film was stunning. Simply as a piece of entertainment it works quite well. The IMAX 3D especially is so immersive and so intimate that I recommend it to anyone who’s who’s got this option available to them. My favorite scene was the one that followed the airborne train ticket on a dizzying and fully tracked journey. As a movie I give it a thumbs up so this is not a pan of the film in general.
Now on to my complaint.
The story centers around a kid who has come to doubt the existence of Santa Claus. He has even started to explain to his sister that santa would have to be able to fly faster than the speed of light and require a sleigh the size of an aircraft carrier to be able to carry all those toys. I immediately thought this kid had the makings of a Doper. He was examining his own beliefs and weighing them against the evidence of empirical reality. He was using his head, he was using critical thought, being skeptical, being rational, being scientific and asking questions. All commendable and desirable qualities in a young mind.
But the movie sees them as bad, as a problem. Doubting is wrong. In one scene on the train, a hobo ghost (at least I think it was a hobo ghost) uses a marionette to mock the kid in a derisive voice, saying, “You’re a doubter, you’re a doubter” over and over again.
The other kids all believe mindlessly, of course. They never ask questions, they never doubt and that is presented as some sort of desirable, healthy state.
There are platitudes throughout about how important it is to “believe.” At one point the Tom Hanks conductor character says, “Seeing is believing, but sometimes the things that are the most real are the things you can’t see.”
WTF, no they aren’t. What is that even supposed to mean.
The kid’s doubts are exemplified throughout the movie by his inability to hear Santa’s sleigh bells. Finally, he close his eyes and says “I believe, I believe.” Then he shakes this little jingle ball that fell off one of Santa’s reindeer and he can hear it. Yay. Then Santa gives him alll kinds of praise for turning his brain off and mindlessly believing.
The bell gets lost but later turns up under the kid’s Christmas tree. he and his sister can hear it but not his parents. Narrator talks about how he still has it and he’s the only one who can hear it now.
The end.
I think this is a horrible message for kids. It tells them not to doubt or be skeptical or ask questions about patently ridiculous beliefs. It suggests that there’s something wrong or corrupt with people who do and it treats “belief” as though it’s a voluntary condition to begin with.
Now I know this isn’t the first movie to present this bankrupt message to kids but it’s the first time I was really struck by how wrong it is. Kids should never be told to “just believe.” They should be told not to believe without proof. They should be told to ask every question, examine every belief, and draw rational conclusions.
The kid in this movie (and the kids in the audience) were told not to think. How can that be seen as a positive message?
I also think it’s wrong to send a message that belief is some sort of voluntary action or praxis rather than a purely dependant variable based on a hugh complex of subjective experience and interpretation of experience. You can’t just decide to believe in the Tooth Fairy, for instance, so it’s just as dumb to tell a kid he can just choose to believe in…well, in this case it was literally Santa Claus, but I would extend that to just about anything that isn’t supported by evidence.
I think we need to start calling this “just believe” cliche for the piece of dishonest mind poison that it is.
Am I right or am I right?