The 11th Hour is all information, all the time, with hardly any room for anything else. However, I found afterward that I had absorbed a lot of its messages and heeded them urgently. As you can presume from the title, we are in the last "hour" of Earth's yearly calendar.
This documentary, which seems essentially like a class project, wows us with frightening, time-stressed revelations such as that there was a time when Earth lived on present energy. This year's sunlight fed and warmed this year's crops and organisms. But, by taking advantage of coal and oil, we have literally set fire to millions of years of gathered energy as fast as possible, and the consequence is toxic greenhouse gasses, global warming and planetary disproportion. What sits latterly of this suicidal consuming binge? Stephen Hawking, if one can look beyond the shock of seeing him and hearing him in his current state, depicts a future in which Earth is on a par with Venus, with a temperature of 482 degrees Fahrenheit. There would still be rain, sulfuric acid rain.
In his noble pet project, Leonardo DiCaprio has amassed a collection of esteemed authorities to address from their fields of expertise regarding how we are damaging and overexploiting our only home, and what we might perhaps do to overturn these problems. Though there does not seem to be a great deal of effort behind the composition of this film, its contributors brandish their cold and terrifying understanding of a big element of the entire issue: We don't have much time. Architects describe how we could build buildings that would use solar energy, expend their own waste and operate much like a tree. And then it hits you: We've cut down so many trees that we must now assume their functions with our own technology. There is no reason every home should not have solar panels on the roof to heat, light and cool itself. Well, one reason, actually: It saves you money. The energy companies would and do oppose anything that may pass on their own massive financial backing toward ecologically productive homeowners.
We hear of the destruction of the forests, the imminent death of the seas, the melting of the polar ice caps, the ensnaring of greenhouse gases. The most disturbing shot in the whole movie is brief, a human clubbing a baby seal to death. He does this in the name of oil. Seals have famously been incidentally massacred in the name of oil. All of this is of dire necessity to know. Time is of the essence. But are we too selfish to care? Why aren't more people buying hybrid cars? They can run for a year and pump less pollution into the atmosphere than a gallon of paint. They can get a third up to a half more fuel mileage. So you ask people if they're getting a hybrid, and they squirm and answer evasively because they would rather stand by the old way of spending more on gas and polluting the atmosphere.
This documentary, which seems essentially like a class project, wows us with frightening, time-stressed revelations such as that there was a time when Earth lived on present energy. This year's sunlight fed and warmed this year's crops and organisms. But, by taking advantage of coal and oil, we have literally set fire to millions of years of gathered energy as fast as possible, and the consequence is toxic greenhouse gasses, global warming and planetary disproportion. What sits latterly of this suicidal consuming binge? Stephen Hawking, if one can look beyond the shock of seeing him and hearing him in his current state, depicts a future in which Earth is on a par with Venus, with a temperature of 482 degrees Fahrenheit. There would still be rain, sulfuric acid rain.
In his noble pet project, Leonardo DiCaprio has amassed a collection of esteemed authorities to address from their fields of expertise regarding how we are damaging and overexploiting our only home, and what we might perhaps do to overturn these problems. Though there does not seem to be a great deal of effort behind the composition of this film, its contributors brandish their cold and terrifying understanding of a big element of the entire issue: We don't have much time. Architects describe how we could build buildings that would use solar energy, expend their own waste and operate much like a tree. And then it hits you: We've cut down so many trees that we must now assume their functions with our own technology. There is no reason every home should not have solar panels on the roof to heat, light and cool itself. Well, one reason, actually: It saves you money. The energy companies would and do oppose anything that may pass on their own massive financial backing toward ecologically productive homeowners.
We hear of the destruction of the forests, the imminent death of the seas, the melting of the polar ice caps, the ensnaring of greenhouse gases. The most disturbing shot in the whole movie is brief, a human clubbing a baby seal to death. He does this in the name of oil. Seals have famously been incidentally massacred in the name of oil. All of this is of dire necessity to know. Time is of the essence. But are we too selfish to care? Why aren't more people buying hybrid cars? They can run for a year and pump less pollution into the atmosphere than a gallon of paint. They can get a third up to a half more fuel mileage. So you ask people if they're getting a hybrid, and they squirm and answer evasively because they would rather stand by the old way of spending more on gas and polluting the atmosphere.