You know what I’m talking about.

2012 has already been designated the Alan Turing  year, commemorating the birth of the mathmetician and code breaker. That, and unless it’s extended (which of course it will be), the debut album by the beatles, Please Please Me, will fall out of copyright.

And the Mayan calendar runs out and timewave zero and the novelty theory winds down and possibly the world ends, or maybe it’s just the world as we know it and we all flow into the supercontext?

Or, there’s just this:

Put simply, fuck The Transformers and Michael Bay’s gee-wilikers-I-wish-I-were-Steven-Spielberg-except-I-have-no-soul-and-no-heart’s leanings. You want pure, stupid ridiculously glorious cinema popcorn inanity on a giant scale? Roland Emmerich. Pure and simple. I don’t think anyone saw his last film, but this is the latest trailer for the newest one, 2012.

from here.

It’s like he took every single one of his films and squished them into one and then blew them up for the sake of mankind everywhere. It is filthy with overkill, but hey, the end of the world does not come gently in the night! Danny Glover apparently takes over for Obama for President (I’m sure the conservatives see a deeper meaning in there)(Never mind the moment when the USS JFK comes home to the White House with ironic destructive flair) and John Cusack and Chiwetel Ejiofor look like they’re drowning in tsunamis and fireballs, but who cares. You have to suffer for your art and to put the asses in those $10 movie theater seats. And this film appears to be a technological singularity all of it’s own.

Regardless, it looks like an interesting grab for that last little bit of the immanentizing the eschaton zeitgeist, especially now that we’ve drained zombies (replaced by the metaphoric sexual curiousities of vampires) of any frightening subtext and turned them in comedy. Comedy starring Woody Harrelson, too. And Woody Harrelson is in 2012 as well, playing Cassandra. Is the star of White Men Can’t Jump the savior of the apocalypse?

Personally, I was rooting for Wesley Snipes, but then the IRS had to take him out. Sigh.

Personally, a small part of me is still hoping for the supercontext to sweep us all up into it…