After premiering Sharkwater, his groundbreaking documentary, in Hong Kong more than a decade ago, director Rob Stewart fielded questions from the audience. A sharp young woman asked why he even bothered trying to save the great whites and all their relatives when scientists have predicted the entire ocean will be completely depleted anyway before 2050?
A flummoxed Stewart stalled repeatedly. (“That’s a good question.”) Despite his experiences as a marine biologist, he didn’t know quite how to reply.
Revolution, the entertainingly informative sequel to Sharkwater, is his eventual, belated answer, offered several years after being put right on the spot. Tragically, it would be the last film he would complete in his lifetime.
The scene with the young woman is a sobering conclusion to a quick, mostly visual recap of the earlier film that opens this flawed follow-up, a sequence that also includes a brief montage of Stewart’s successful media tour appearances where he does promotion for Sharkwater on NBC talk shows and Larry King Live (with TMZ boss Harvey Levin filling in). He also encounters extremely enthusiastic kids of various shades eager to discuss his terrific debut. (They treat him like a rock star. He looks the part.)
Like Sharkwater, Stewart is at his best in Revolution when sharing his knowledge of the environment and its many quirky, colourful inhabitants. Learning about the flamboyant cuttlefish, the various “misfit” sea creatures who live and hide in “the muck”, deceptively predatory coral, brainless jellyfish growing in numbers in the absence of other species, the rise and fall and rise and fall again of the perpetually endangered Canadian Lynx and why Lemurs, the wide-eyed tree-dwellers with their graceful, human-like dancing are the only primates in Madagascar is all fascinating and enlightening.
Stewart is also persuasive and effective in explaining the climate crisis in terms even kids can follow, for the most part, even though there’s a lot of information to digest. On his own and through a litany of experts young and old, Black, Brown, Indigenous and white, we learn, among other things, that the ocean is becoming more acidic (thanks to astonishingly excessive amounts of carbon dioxide) and therefore less hospitable to marine life, almost all of which have been wiped out already, “more than 90%”, which was also pointed out in Sharkwater. There’s a “dead zone”, one of hundreds filled with dead coral and not much else, so big in the Gulf of Mexico it’s “bigger than Connecticut”. If that’s not ominous enough for you there are now 75% fewer forests, as well. It’s no wonder each shocking on-screen graphic is accompanied with the same horror cue.
Stewart connects the dots between the pollution in the air, the missing trees and the pollution in the sea; the ruthless expansion of big polluters, their endless greed, the politicians who enable them despite the breaking of various laws and the precipitous decline of the planet’s health; the rise in peculiar seafood delicacies (shark fin soup), the increasingly sloppy fishing expeditions and the near extinction of the underwater class system.
Never shy about blurring the lines between filmmaker and activist, Stewart is however far less successful at being an on-camera Michael Moore (it’s just not his personality) even though Sharkwater has gotten more substantial results as noted in the more encouraging third act graphics. (Shark fin bans are becoming politically popular, whereas they don’t make cars in Michigan anymore and Bush got reelected.) He’s more of a knowledgeable tour guide than a muckraker, despite his urgent pleas for reform.
Consider the sequences where the self-described neophyte participates in rallies and protests.
In Ottawa, just outside Parliament Hill, the Toronto native delivers a nice, supportive speech as the emcee of “the biggest climate change rally in Canadian history” (which looks rather small to me), but not an impassioned, inflammatory one that might’ve scared the then-ruling Stephen Harper Conservatives into at least thinking about scaling back their mindlessly aggressive degradation policies. (After all, they did shut down all those science libraries without warning or much public backlash and, as Stewart notes at the conclusion of the event, swiftly killed an environmental reform bill.)
Seven years after its release, and two years before Mr. Brownface became Prime Minister, the horrifyingly scarring Alberta Tar Sands are still in business, but thankfully scaled back now because of COVID-19 and a slowed-down economy. The big fear of it expanding into the US have not yet come to pass.
While walking and chanting with American protestors, including the actress Daryl Hannah, in Washington, D.C. as part of a rally to force the shut down of a coal plant powering the White House (Stewart notes similar protests across America have prevented the building of 22 new ones), there is so little interest from the police in stepping in to stop them that their plan to get arrested for blocking the entranceway and draw media attention for their antics is a complete bust. No one cares.
“It seemed protesting might not be enough,” Stewart notes dryly. Or maybe the protest needs to be more threatening to the establishment beyond Robert F. Kennedy cutting decent promos on the government. I mean why call your movie Revolution if you’re too timid to launch one?
Finally, there’s the trip to the 2010 UN Climate Conference in Cancun, Mexico.
Stewart participates in a borderline cornball stunt where he cuts a promo on Harper’s non-existent climate policy while wearing a silly shark costume after a bunch of Canadian kids, all activists themselves, make mock sales pitches about selling the destruction of their future to the highest bidder.
There’s an admittedly funny bit where someone sings satirical lyrics to the Jurassic Park theme while activists bearing dino flags dance around her. But considering how residents in Minneapolis burned down a Target and a police precinct in the aftermath of a Black man being murdered by cops (resulting in the recent push to abolish the whole department), this “tactic” is not exactly “drastic”.
Stewart claims they all tried to get private meetings with politicians (to try to shut down the Tar Sands) but none would agree to an on-camera interview. More should’ve been done to get their attention. There are clearly no Larry Kramers in this crowd.
Being named Fossil Of The Year for being the biggest saboteur of climate change negotiations five years in a row didn’t shame Canada into becoming David Suzuki, nor has the new regime been any better. (Trudeau is just as bad a polluter. His government actually bought a pipeline with taxpayer money.) Indigenous protestors, who are directly impacted by the carcinogenic Tar Sands because they live near the area, are more serious with their message but just as ineffective. Peaceful rebellions are overrated.
One protest, however, does cause alarm and yet it too is so gentile and peaceful, you’re amazed at the fallout. Activists stand outside the doors to the conference hall counting out the number of people who died because of climate change in the last year. They demand justice and political reform. What they get is a swift exit from the conference. As a number of activists weep on a bus than sends them away, an observing, highly ambitious 13-year-old Bavarian tree planter, mortified by the whole needless spectacle and who simply wants a better future for his generation, is reduced to tears himself.
Much more effective is a UN address from another teenager, a girl from Lebanon, who calls out the global political establishment for caring more about protecting businesses than preserving the planet’s health. She openly derides their cynicism, wondering earnestly why there’s any more need for negotiating when time is running out. Next to Kennedy’s stick work, it’s as close to a pipe bomb as we’re ever gonna get here. One wonders if Greta Thunberg took notes.
It’s fairly obvious that capitalism is the culprit, the real catalyst of Earth’s decline. It’s why killing sharks for their fins became such a booming business. It’s also the reason for all the overfishing in the oceans, especially the tragic mistakes. (Look at all those dead, unwanted seahorses in all those glass containers, a shocking image.) It’s always been profits first, decency second.
It’s also why 51 of the top 100 global economies are not countries, but corporations, including the big oil companies itching for a piece of the Tar Sands action.
And yet, the word “capitalism” is never mentioned.
When activist after activist and scientist after scientist point out that the system needs to change, that the planet’s needs should come before corporate profitability and that humans should be in harmony with the land and each other, rather than locked into perpetual competition, and immediately cut down on unchecked consumption, it’s a little peculiar how they all dance around the obvious solution. It even has a name: socialism.
In a couple of scenes, we get a sense of the opposition to this inevitable change.
A former Greenpeace activist turned deliberately dishonest Tar Sands advocate (without explaining why he switched sides or how much he’s getting paid to sell out) complains about the fear of no gasoline in millions of cars if those pesky environmentalists get their way. (Is he auditioning to be a Scooby Doo villain?) He declares with a straight face that everything’s on the up and up in the ol’ TS. Everything’s clean, man! Nothing to see here. And animals? Who gives a fuck about them? First Nations communities are completely ignored.
Thankfully, we get the real shit on what goes on in this horrible eye sore that can be seen from space from scientists and Indigenous activists with more integrity, but it would’ve been nice to hear Stewart push back directly on his bullshit himself.
The beautifully photographed Sharkwater did a masterful job of convincing me that everything I believed about sharks was completely wrong. They are not a threat to humanity. (Not only is it rare to be bitten by a shark but if you do, you’re most likely to die from bleeding out rather than becoming their next hearty meal. They’re afraid of us more than we are of them.) In fact, they’re so essential to the smooth running of the underwater ecosystem that their profound decline in numbers is changing the order of things down below and definitely not for the better.
But the movie also suffered from White Saviour syndrome. Stewart sometimes got too carried away with his first-person, sometimes self-centered crusade to see that he wasn’t the only one worried about the shark problem. He didn’t have to educate anyone in South America. They already knew.
In Revolution, there’s a gut check moment where he’s told his carbon footprint is too high. He confesses that the experts lowballed the actual number. In a bitterly ironic revelation, his planet-saving jaunts around the world to make his movies may have unwittingly helped contribute to its decline because of his over reliance on gas-guzzling vehicles and planes for transportation. It’s a welcome moment of humility for a guy who got a little carried away with being an environmental superhero in the earlier film.
There was also more drama in Sharkwater as demonstrated in the Sea Shepherd sequences where heartless shark poachers are confronted by these dedicated enviro protectors. After being screwed over and grounded by some thoroughly corrupt authorities Stewart and his pals ultimately make a courageous run for it. It’s only after they’re safely out of their oceanic jurisdiction does the captain, otherwise a stoic figure of fearlessness, express an outward sigh of relief.
There’s no such excitement in Revolution (the activists being sent away just doesn’t compare) but there are a lot of “inspirational graphics” and a shameless plug for a not so revolutionary app during a conclusion that briefly turns the film into an infomerical.
Just before the end, we learn about a class in a beautiful island greatly inspired by Sharkwater who write letters to their governor demanding a ban on shark finning which he dutifully signs, much to their delight. Stewart goes to meet them after their teacher writes to him and they’re thrilled at his high-fiving presence. In turn, he’s clearly amazed at the impact of his film. While the gorgeous looking Revolution doesn’t come close to matching its power, it positively continues the conversation he started.
Alternately depressing and yet strangely hopeful, if a little preachy at times, it reminds us of the fragility of life, the crucial importance of healthy ecosystems and the irreplaceable animals who inhabit them.
There have been five mass extinction events in Earth’s epic history and we might be in the middle of the sixth. Stewart may be gone now (after a preventable drowning while filming his third doc that was later finished by his family and friends) but the kid who thinks we should protest and riot for Mother Earth gives me hope for the future.
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Tuesday, June 9, 2020
4:19 a.m.