A CRUDE AWAKENING: THE OIL CRASH (Basil Gelpke, Robert McCormack). 85 minutes. Opens Friday (March 9) at the Royal. See Indie & Rep Film, page 94. Rating: NN Rating: NN
A Crude Awakening: The Oil Crash is less a movie than one of those really long articles in The Atlantic, only with less detail, more pictures and fake Philip Glass music playing in the background. And if you hate real Philip Glass music, the fake stuff will drive you homicidal.
Message? The sky is falling and we're running out of oil. Okay. And?
Unless a documentary has penguins, it really needs a compelling central figure to draw us into its message, whether it's one as annoying as Michael Moore, as charismatic as Al Gore or as fascinating as Robert McNamara.
A Crude Awakening gives us a bunch of talking heads from various places who believe we're running out of oil. Got it. Got it the first time. Why am I spending another 80 minutes listening while you keep telling me this? It's not entertaining and doesn't tell us anything we don't know. Or at least it's not saying anything that the sort of person who'd be likely to spend entertainment dollars on a documentary on The Oil Crash doesn't already know.