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The Revenant and The Road back-to-back
It is fair to say that I am deeply in my dystopia reading period, but it cannot all be about books. With a few hours “free” I accidentally started watching Alejandro González Iñárritu’s The Revenant instead of John Hillcoat’s, The Road. Easy mistake? But I am glad I did because the contrast is fascinating.
The Revenant stars Leonardo DiCaprio as the leader of a group of fur trappers in the literal Wild West (1820s, Dakota) – not the one I grew up with with John Wayne taking on “Indians”. The trappers are guilty of colonising both land and people. In fact the daughter of a chief was kidnapped and, if I understand correctly, ended up being the wife of Glass, DiCaprio’s character, and giving him a son who is, essentially, a trapping apprentice.
The film opens with an Arikara ambush on the trappers. There is gore. A few of them escape on a boat and then trek for quite some time back to the base trading post, Fort Kiowa. But on the way Glass found himself at the end of a grizzly bear’s temper (he is tracking her babies). She mauls him in a graphic 5 minutes of CGI realism. The injured Glass slows the progress of the trekking. It is agreed that one member of the team, John Fitzgerald, stays behind (along with the son, Hawk, and one other young trapper, Jim Bridger) to give him a Christian burial when he eventually dies. And to get paid for it. Fitzgerald is not patient and tries to speed up Glass’ passing. When caught trying to Euthanise him by Hawk, Fitzgerald kills him. He then partially buries Glass and takes the other boy with him.
Glass, however, not only remarkably and improbably survives, but witnessed the murder of his son. The will to survive, then, is driven by revenge. It becomes a classic Western with a familiar denouement. The improbability comes from scenes of self-surgery, extreme cold and wet. Some scenes resemble Bond movies with extended fight scenes. It is immersive, though. One feels the cold oneself. And the dirt is ground in. Notwithstanding the Western theme, this is a story, too, about nature. White humans exploiting it (in contrast to the native Americans). Certainly in that period, nature was to be tamed. A concept that is so familiar to us in the 21st Century. The problem with the movie – and one of the reasons I stopped watching them – is that the underlying narrative is that with enough will, nature can be tamed and overcome. It is fantasy.
Whilst the backdrop to The Revenant is white colonialism, The Road is white decolonialism caused by some environmental catastrophe that ends civilisation. We never get to know what it is, but whatever it is it blocks out the sun so nothing grows. The whole point of existence becomes survival. The road in question is one followed by a man and boy (neither have names) to the coast on the assumption that there is a better life there. Though with no certainty. The passage is hazardous as one route to survival is cannibalism. I was not prepared for this, but I am constantly reminded that food security has been compromised by globalisation and the outsourcing of production to strangers in far away places. We are closer to “cannibalism” than we care to imagine. The Road reminds us that when hungry, people will do anything to survive, even eat one another. At least in the Revenant, food can be scavenged after the wild dogs have taken down a buffalo. In The Road, there are no animals to be scavenged, and by the time Man and Boy are on the road, all the shops and houses have been completely stripped.
In The Road, nature has taken back control. There are no blue skies. It rains relentlessly. The sea is grey. Man in pursuit of protecting his own son is prepared to kill – or bring on the death of strangers. The only compassion comes from the boy. Only the boy wants to share the food they have (accidentally found) with strangers who are equally hungry. The boy can see the transition from being the good guys – defined in terms of not eating others – and the bad guys who do. We are given few signs of hope. The discovery of a live beetle is but one.
After watching the films, I then read the reviews. Peter Bradshaw in the Guardian went as far to say that films like The Revenant are the reason he is a film critic. This was balanced by Carol Cadwalladr’s description of it as “meaningless pain porn“. Maybe that is why she no longer is employed by the Guardian/Observer and Bradshaw is? Bradshaw was less impressed by The Road, saying “I can’t fully share the critical enthusiasm it has widely gained elsewhere because of what seemed to me its fractional reluctance to confront the nightmare fully, though what Joe Penhall’s adaptation arguably does is import into the body of the movie a premonition of the unexpectedly redemptive and gentle tone in McCarthy’s final pages.” I have not read McCarthy’s book and it is not currently on my reading list. But frankly, another scene of cannibalism was not going to make this a “better” film. And like in The Revenant, women remain particular victims. It is they that try to protect the children and in so doing fall victim to hungry men who are, in all probability, responsible for whatever catastrophe caused the fall of civilisation in the first place.
What unites these two movies is the will of men to survive. Glass wants to survive only to avenge the death of his son. Man wants to survive because…we do not give up. There is a better world somewhere. All we have to do is find it. This is also a bit of a strange idea. I implore my students to leave the university and make the world a better place. I don’t say, go on a journey and find a “better” place. For a reason.
Florence – the Grand Tour, November 2025
It is clearly about time. Florence. The Renaissance. History. So, we did it. Monday by train from Munich. Saturday back. We stayed at the Novotel near the airport (see below).
Day 1 – wandering around. Florence is one of those places that if you do wander around you are likely to see everything that is free. Including the reproduction of Michelangelo’s David, left. The original is in the Glleria Dell’Accademia di Firenze and has an entry fee.
Day 2 – the Uffizi gallery. We must go and see Venus at the very least. And the Botticelli pictures more generally. It is a strange gallery. Note that it has ultra-strict security since the bomb attack in 1993. But basically, it is a rectangular building with small galleries off a corridor (right). The building itself dates from 1581. The upper floor is the gallery that comprises a corridor adorned with sculptures and frescoes. It is actually quite difficult to see all of this art without laying on one’s back. And so one wanders around taking in what the senses can appropriate.
There are unexpected surprises such as a smattering of Mannerisms, for example, Portrait of Gabrielle d’Estrées with one of her sisters, Bathing. This image is mischievous but also representative of a mannerist depiction of feminine beauty and fertility. Just oddly included in the collection.
Florence is not complete without the arrival of Caravaggio and his followers with some gruesome depiction of decapitation or similar. The Uffizi does not disappoint offering a themed gallery with my favourite being the Judith Beheading Holofernes by Artemisia Gentileschi. I suppose these pictures very much reflect Renaissance Florence, certainly somewhere violent enough for one’s head to be removed from one’s shoulders without too much effort. Though interestingly conducted by women.
Is the Uffizi a great gallery? It does have a remarkable collection. But I have to admit, I got a bit bored. It would benefit from an edit (I know that it is carefully curated, but…) largely because of the period. There is a lot of replication. Arguably the visitor could do their own edit ahead of time. Though let me put it this way, it is not the Louvre.
Day 3 – we must go to the cathedral (Cathedral of Saint Mary of the Flower) and climb to the top of the famous and unique dome. There are three compelling reasons to do this. First, the roof frescoes cannot be appreciated fully from the ground. Part of the way up the climb to the summit, one gets to walk around the base of the inside of the dome and almost touch them (see gallery below).
Second, your get to walk in between the two structures that make up the dome. The amazing thing about the dome is that prior to its construction there was little understanding about how to make such a structure. The architect Filippo Brunelleschi, such that he was, sort of made it up. He created a secret formula that involves a dome inside a dome. And the staircase to the top walks you between the two structures (left). The precise physics are explained and illustrated with models in the cathedral museum which is also well worth a visit (see gallery below).
Third, on a clear day, there is a spectacular view from the top. I have to say, I was pleased to be able to see the railway station (right). Of all landmarks in a city, the railway station is the one that most captures modernity. In this case, location, bearing in mind the historical roots of the city predating the arrival of the railway, to have it so central speaks loudly. Florence is a city that was embracing and inventing technologies as much as it was doing art (see Galileo Museum below).
Book in advance. Space at the top is limited and it is popular, even in November.
Day 4 – the Galileo Museum.
I have to say, that if visitors to Florence do not patronise this museum, then they are missing out. Plus, it is relatively quiet (though, clearly, it should be really busy). This is a museum packed with analogue scientific instrumentation as art. Functional, yes, but that was never enough for the pioneers – professional and amateur – it had to be beautifully made, whether it be a chemistry cabinet (left) or a timepiece. This museum is packed with artefacts that came out of the Renaissance and beyond that eventually led to humanity’s greatest discoveries facilitating developments that laid the foundation for 20th Century civilisation.
Getting around
It should be easier than it is. Some pitfalls. Buses are unreliable. And in the evening, less frequent. If a bus does not turn up in the evening, it can be a long and uncertain wait for the next one not to turn up. The two tramlines are more reliable, but they too fail. If you have a train or plane to catch, be ready with a taxi number. Probably better to stay centrally (for the train) or at the airport (if flying). Though check that the hotel is in fact at the airport and not just close to it.
Here are some more pictures.
Dome Frescoes




Dome Museum







Galileo Museum





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