2012.

This past weekend I saw the movie 2012… again. Even though it was only the second time it feels like it was the millionth… the movie had a great plot, amazing effects and was sprinkled with some awesome actors. However, the movie sent my little heart racing + my mind throwing panic attack after panic attack.

The movie 2012 was based off of a phenomenon, to which is said to be the end-date of a 5,125-year-long cycle in the Mayan calendar. Though many scholars from various disciplines have disputed the idea that a catastrophe will happen in 2012, suggesting that predictions of impending doom are found neither in classic Maya accounts nor in contemporary science. To the modern Maya, 2012 is largely irrelevant, and classic Maya sources on the subject are scarce and contradictory, suggesting that there was little if any universal agreement among them about what, if anything, the date might mean. Meanwhile, astronomers and other scientists have rejected the apocalyptic forecasts, on the grounds that the anticipated events are precluded by astronomical observations, or are unsubstantiated by the predictions that have been generated from these findings. NASA has compared fears about 2012 to those about the Y2K bug in the late 1990s, suggesting that an adequate analysis should preclude fears of disaster.

Now, the panic attacks were in no relation to the mass population of people that believe that the world is going to end in 2012. I am not freaked out about, and if it does end then, I get to meet my maker so, ce la vie. The man causer of the attacks was the gruesome depiction of buildings collapsing + people clinging on for dear life; that brings up repressed images of 9.11.

All in all, it was a good film.