
Last year in San Miguel de Allende, a feeling of stasis seemed to have set in. What happened...and how are we sorting it all out?
"2010: the Year the Earth Stood Still"
Klaatu: I am fearful when I see people substituting fear for reason.
-- "The Day the Earth Stood Still" (1951)
In a previous lifetime, as a student and later a university professor of cinema history, I had the opportunity to interview not once, but twice, the director of the 1951 film, "The Day the Earth Stood Still" (the first and classic version), Robert Wise.
The interviews were separated by 20 years, and in that time Wise shifted his perspective somewhat on the human condition.
Just as a nod to pedigree, Wise was the editor on "Citizen Kane" (1941) -- probably the most estimable screen credit ever, after the director of the same film, the inimitable Orson Welles...and then, many years after that the director of "West Side Story" (1960) and "The Sound of Music" (1965) -- the highest grossing film up to then, superseded only by "ET" and, later, "Titanic" -- and much later, "Avatar".
In other words, Wise was not only an auteur, in the tradition of creators of art films, like Bergman, Fellini, and Antonioni -- but also a razzle-dazzle box-office impresario, like Billy Rose, Mike Todd, and Cecil B. de Mille. He was beloved by both film critics and Hollywood 'suits.'
My interviews with him both times were, as I look at my notes, uncommonly slanted toward his work on "The Day the Earth Stood Still." In the film, Klaatu, a luminous visitor from another planet, comes to Earth to warn Earthlings that if they continue their aggressive, selfish, clueless ways, they will be destroyed.
My questions to Wise in 1972, as a student at the American Film Institute, were about his thoughts on whether we humans would survive as a species, given our penchant for greed and self-sabotage, or would slouch into the sunset and disappear as, say, the dinosaurs did.
"We will survive," Wise said, sounding like Faulkner receiving the Nobel Prize, "and even prevail. But we will need to adapt."
That was in the morning-after of the late 1960s cultural party, when adapt-or-die was becoming the order of the day. Most of us adapted, in one way or another, and limped along to the next stage in our personal and collective development. The hippies among us got jobs, made families, and "got lives."
Twenty years later, I encountered Wise again, when I was head of the film school I had created, with Greer Garson's money, at the College of Santa Fe. He agreed to be interviewed for two hours, while student cameras rolled. At that time, I asked him the same question.
"Basically, I am an optimist," Wise said. "But I must tell you that we actually may not endure as a species. We may become victims of something from the outside -- something we never would have imagined, such as a disease or a far-off conflict that suddenly appears on our doorstep. Or we could succumb to something from the inside: change tends to confuse us and make us fearful...great change terrifies us to paralysis. Or we may simply kill each other off."
It was a decidedly bleaker assessment of the human future, and when I reminded Wise of his earlier much brighter prediction, he gave me a half-smile and shrugged, as if to say, "Stuff happens."
I was remembering those interviews with Robert Wise when I reflected recently on what exactly happened in the year just past in our cherished San Miguel. What happened, more precisely, in the gringo community, of which I have been a part of the past decade.
For us, the world really did seem to stand still. Real estate stood still. Stores and restaurants stood still. Tourism from the English-speaking world stood still. Many of us may have stopped imagining this paradise-found as our personal Shangra-La -- and begun wondering if this is the "best place" or if we needed to begin looking for another.
Wise had said that it might come in the form of disease (the misnamed Swine Flu?) or a far-off conflict (the drug wars on the border?)...or that we might just kill each other off. This last, I haven't seen as yet, but I can at least imagine such cannibalistic carnage of life and limb out of sheer boredom.
It is as if we have been sitting here all this year waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The year just behind us was one of tremendous change in San Miguel, and most of us are still sorting things out. Subtle shifts took place -- and some shifts not so subtle: the weekdays were empty of tourists from the US and Canada...the weekends were filled with Mexicans from D.F., Guadalajara, and Monterrey, proudly rediscovering their heritage of independence. Could this be a harbinger of things to come? In the year ahead, could we see a reverse expat migration out of San Miguel back to the United States and Canada, back to our grandchildren, our imagined security, our Medicare benefits?
But, in a world where everything stands still, anything is possible. We could, in 2011, see a huge shift in the kinds of people who come here to stay. Those would be people without fear, citizens of the world, interested in contributing to the local community without trying to remake it in its own image...people who can, to use Robert Wise's word, "adapt."
Klaatu's message to Earthlings can help guide us in the new year: Take nothing for granted. Be grateful. Give more than take. Be humble. Stop complaining. If we are going to survive -- even endure and flourish -- in this heaven-sent place, let us welcome change, be good guests, find connection with our hosts, love our cultural differences, and embrace what we have in common.
In this way, the world -- our world, at least -- can move forward again from this place of stasis. And the words of Robert Wise will really be words to the wise.