I had a conversation about dirt with a friend the other day. We were on the bus, and it centred around how people try to distance themselves from what is essentially a dirty world; by avoiding public transit, for example. However, I did turn the conversation to cinema at one point: how I loved how dirty the city was in The Crow from 1994.
Since then, the breakfast crowd at work had a conversation about the ‘dirty future,’ if you will, again, as portrayed in cinema. Alien was on the tip of everyone’s tongue, followed smartly by Blade Runner. Despite all of its faults, I would add Outland to that list for its fantastically dirty environment. (I think it helps that everyone smokes in these movies, but that’s a topic for another time. And, no, I’m not vehemently opposed to smoking in any ‘dirty habit’ sort of way; I quite like how it plays on screen, actually.)
All this came back to me as I watched Minority Report again. Talk about a sterile future: even Anderton’s supposedly neglected dwelling is spotless between the clutter and crumbs. Hell, Witwer’s blood would’ve blended right into the walls of Deckard’s cramped quarters…
Aside: size is another difference. Hard to stay clean when you’re forced to crawl around on your hands ‘n’ knees. Even the supposedly seedy rooms in Minority Report have high ceilings.
Anyway, I’m not saying the clean future doesn’t have its place on the screen. I really enjoyed THX 1138 and, Spielberg again, Artificial Intelligence, which, come to think of it, had a good mix of the pristine and the grimy; Gigolo Joe, what do you know?
What I am saying is that I find the dirty future more… comforting.