Apart from the spectacular performance of Frances McDormand and the other "actors" who weren't, I got a lot out of this movie.
I remember those days. I started to work with Metasoft on the eve of the financial crash of 2008/2009 when this movie takes place. President Obama was considered a "triumph" at that time, and yet because I worked with US non-profits, I saw him slash the budgets of those organizations who helped the infirm, the seniors, the vulnerable, the VETS. And I saw him take that money and, in part, put it into armaments and the military, into weaponry.
In Nomadland, I marveled at the sense of community that was formed by those who were deemed by society to be irrelevant. The warm embrace of friendship, One for All and All for One, the deep compassion and caring, the listening with respect to the stories of those that society had turned their back on. Had thrown away.
I understand, viscerally, the need to be free: free from a conforming and stifling culture that frequently wounds and maims and imprisons the spirit.
Free from the "status quo".
Free from a lifestyle that society deems "progressive" and "successful" no matter what the cost to one's soul. The Faustian pact that many make, to their ultimate demise. Living someone else's dream and not one's own.
Free to live my own life.
Unhampered by detritus and falsehood.
I remember those days. I started to work with Metasoft on the eve of the financial crash of 2008/2009 when this movie takes place. President Obama was considered a "triumph" at that time, and yet because I worked with US non-profits, I saw him slash the budgets of those organizations who helped the infirm, the seniors, the vulnerable, the VETS. And I saw him take that money and, in part, put it into armaments and the military, into weaponry.
In Nomadland, I marveled at the sense of community that was formed by those who were deemed by society to be irrelevant. The warm embrace of friendship, One for All and All for One, the deep compassion and caring, the listening with respect to the stories of those that society had turned their back on. Had thrown away.
I understand, viscerally, the need to be free: free from a conforming and stifling culture that frequently wounds and maims and imprisons the spirit.
Free from the "status quo".
Free from a lifestyle that society deems "progressive" and "successful" no matter what the cost to one's soul. The Faustian pact that many make, to their ultimate demise. Living someone else's dream and not one's own.
Free to live my own life.
Unhampered by detritus and falsehood.