Mankind is the tattered fence between obliteration and proliferation - for the need of greed and deluded necessity. Nightcrawler just shows how we are the links that chain up this violated boundary.
This film was panned by many an ignoramus because its title seemed like a clickbait to them. They thronged to YouTube to check its trailers, only to find - what they describe - as a boring, low budget film. O the fallacies & idiosyncratic behaviour of this fast food generation toward anything that isn't a) revealed completely in trailers b) isn't a throttle paced film.
And may it be the loss of those who refused to watch this thriller.
I am a Journalism graduate and an independent journalist. I come from a family of highly influential political journalists who stood for the truth, regardless of the consequences. So, it was natural for me to refuse high paying jobs in established corporate news channels.
Part of the reason? They lie, they work with deceit, they lose their souls in pursuit of TRPs, they manipulate and distort facts for their benefit. In short, there is no humanity in modern day journalism at all.
Humanity - as a convoluted conglomerate of cussing corporates - has become inhumane in its everyday affairs. There is no empathy in any aspect of our society. People seldom pause to step into another's body and wholly impersonate one's soul and look at the world through their eyes.
We live in an age where our lives are defined by numbers, statistics, acclaim and status. Schools are no more the temples for conveying the morals of life and imparting necessary education to build a better world as humankind. And temples are no more about spiritual enlightenment: its only needs and wants. Hospitals love the business of more and more patients, the Cancer industry is a great success - a multi-billion dollar success; true and affordable cures are neglected for chemotherapies and destructive treatments with no true hope of any remedy are sold for unaffordable costs. Nobody plays sports like the old boys of Scotland or England of the 1800s, it isn't recreation anymore.
We live in the age of competition. Fierce, ruthless, blood-lusting, inhumane competition.
Competition for better lives than our peers, competition for fulfilling more needs, competition in every aspect of our behaviour.
And sadly who feeds us this competition? The Media. In its many inglorious ways it creeps through the vestiges and crevasses of our psyches and inseminates a subliminally insatiable anxiety to be on our edge at all times.
It is true that a majority of wars that are waged around the world are for corporate purposes. And they are achieved through highly intelligent media campaigns involving these very many prostituting News Networks ready to bastardize facts and blur the line between victim and the accused, often switching roles.
This cut-throat competition for money that will vaporize in due time leads to acts of immorality unexplainable in spite of several attempts.
War Journalists, often reported as heroes, have their ways of banking on genocides and massacres. So do local channels and their needless thirst for TRPs and pay raise.
Nightcrawler, in that case, is a brilliantly depressing analysis of the human psyche. It puts social commentary as secondary, it is an outright character analysis of a man willing to succeed, to learn and to rise in his profession to achieve adulation and incentives.
I knew that Rick would die the moment he stepped in for that interview in the diner. I knew Jake's character Bloom would sacrifice his pawn in the end.
The film is gut-wrenching. Dan Gilroy, as a writer-director, produces a hauntingly scintillating compact thriller. Jake Gyllenhal is the American Psycho reduced to the silent underbelly of Los Angeles.
Opportunists are applauded in the modern society; opportunists and realists - men & women with hardened hearts who are willing to slog through the trenches of life, willing to make several questionable sacrifices. Well, it scares me. This race to prove scares me. We live in a world of 7 billion people, are surrounded by countless faces most of the time; but we are becoming lonelier by the second.
The dearth of simplicity and simpletons and menial and complete satisfactions is appalling and alarming. Jake Gyllenhal puts that side of humankind very, very brilliantly.
He is scary wearing that mask, even when he isn't wearing any masks, even when he is being outright terrifying to his poor manipulated and bullied assistant.
I knew what the final act was leading to, and I was biting my nails after a long time watching a film. Suddenly Los Angeles doesn't look mesmerizing any more.
Jake Gyllenhal could have played the Joker in the upcoming film, he has those creepy chops to him. But in this film, he butchers us with such subtle horror. There could be any person amongst us, unknowingly manipulating us into such traps. And I admit that at one point, not too far in my past, I was being led into such deception in the name of progress and incentive, not on a monetary level.
Corporate bullying is the worst form of parasitic behaviour. Corporates see everything in numbers. They measure success at the expense of innocents. And these innocents, hit hard by this life, wear masks of their predecessors.
There are films like Nightcrawler every year, aiming to remind us that the worst evil lies within us, in our most basic wants and needs and lifestyle. That simply owning a furnished house in a peaceful neighbourhood is never enough; that when it comes to humans in the 21st century, nothing is ever enough.
The simpletons, the happy-go-lucky, the do-gooders are mocked at, laughed open and shrugged away; scolded severely and schooled in the art by dictatorial injections to become part of the bloodless yet blood spilling zombies of this wrecked world we live in.
If there was ever order in chaos, it is found in the corporate world. But heaven and hell cannot co-exist. Hence, we have this world to us: a purgatory we don't even realise we are suffering yet feeding.