The Regular Son and I saw the movie The Grey with Liam Neeson, which turns out to be, not so much a horror movie/thriller/disaster movie/escape from danger film, and instead ultimately a very dark meditation on the randomness of death in a harsh and unforgiving universe. A very interesting, very well-made, beautiful, but ultimately somewhat strange movie.... why was it made? What was the obsession of the writer or director that led them to this vision rather than something else? (Not to give it away, but I've never seen a movie where, post-disaster, everyone is trying to escape and, for the most part, act heroically.... but no one survives!)
Anyway, both of us, walking out of the movie, commented that remote Northern Alaska -- the setting for the movie -- is extraordinarily forbidding and desolate. In other words -- and the idea hit both of us simultaneously -- it's the perfect place for oil drilling! Sheesh, what could possibly be the reason we wouldn't want to drill there, in a place where, not only none of us will ever go, but a place where, if we did end up there, we'd likely die of exposure (or be eaten by wolves) within a couple of days? You'd have to be a pasty-faced lib whose idea of the outdoors is a day-hike in the county park to think that the type of "nature" in northernmost Alaska should be used as anything other than a wealth-creating resource. Go in, get the oil, and get the hell out.
Just sayin'.
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