I have a deep, perhaps even traumatic, memory of the old Disney classic The Black Hole (1979). There are several reasons for this. It is generally creepy for a young adult sci-fi romp (hey, what can I say, I was a young adult once…), the weird ship the main characters find floating on the edge of a black hole is, in effect, manned by zombies, and the whole movie features cuts to this malevolent spinning doom that everything is inevitably plummeting towards.
But maybe most unsettling is the horrible fusion within the dead metal heart of a robot — a machine — that befalls the “villain”, Maximilian Schell, at the end of the film. This happens somehow — through no understanding of physics I have — when he’s sent hurtling beyond the event horizon to…The other side?
Feels like a metaphor for life right now. I sense that I am on the edge of a kind of event horizon. Beyond is everlasting darkness and, oddly, a sense of fusing with the machine. Whatever the hell that means.
But then there is this feeling of being outside of the black hole and its immediate effect. It’s there, you’re not getting away, but you’re not there yet, like the hapless characters in this damn twisted Disney movie. You, for lack of a better analogy, are Ernest Borgnine.
So that’s the deal. You’re on the precipice of a black hole…But not there yet. There’s probably some evil madman out there who thinks it’s a good idea to get there faster. And an army of zombies are ready to do his bidding. Again, metaphorically speaking.
There ya go. Not much to add. Sometimes you really, really pick the wrong movie to relate to at a certain point in your life. Or, perhaps, seen from another point of view, all this can make you (well, me) say: “Where there’s still light, there’s hope.”
Thanks, Uncle Walt, ya freakin’ weirdo.