Favorite moments of cinema: Dr. Strangelove

Dr. Strangelove presents to us the worst scenario of the Cold War: the US Army sends pilots to launch nuclear bombs on the Soviet Union following an emergency plan, and there's no way to make the pilots abort the mission. Starring Peter Sellers, George C. Scott, Sterling Hayden, and James Earl Jones, the film is a relic that harbors the worst fears of the Cold War: so palpable, somber and possible and mocks them in the best way. Yes, ok, there's the fear that the Soviets will contaminate the water and "brainwash" the young people to make them Anti-Americans, but what if that is just the crazy perception of a man who has already received the andropause?

It's a very difficult type of humor to achieve, and Kubrick mastered it without problems, presenting everyone's real fears about our leaders in a tense present. Perhaps, our future is in the hands of sexually frustrated men, with voracious hunger for power to compensate, gentlemen who would react in the WORST way to a world crisis. Set in the Cold War and released two years after the Missile Crisis, it must have been very cathartic to see it in the cinema. And, wow, it must have been wonderful to leave the cinema with the assurance that the person with access to nuclear codes is not an impulsive president, extremely emotional in the worst way, and vengeful that he would do something that deadly in order to prove to his rivals that his sword is bigger than theirs.

No other song could be chosen as humanity's most secure blankets. More than comforting, it's optimistic. A tender reminder to keep your hopes and ambitions about you no matter how dark the clouds may be. Kubrick ends his black comedy satirizing the danger by playing words of comfort and compassion and hope. This is just a stretch, but I think he needed to hear them, he needed to be convinced.

Humanity shouldn't have logically existed for as long as we have, it doesn't make sense. Every great mind, thinker and philosopher from the beginning of humanity still can't agree how or why we are the way we are. Somehow, despite endless hurls of destruction through war and segregation and racism, religious and political dictatorships and xenophobia and disease and floods and fires and droughts and thermonuclear fusion, we keep growing. From anguish and sorrow and pain we capture beauty and ecstasy and from our fears comedy. We create big things and help those suffering and those who cannot defend from themselves despite every bit or racional thought standing against it. We're trained to take lives, for combat and self-preservation but at the same time our pulse tell us to help each other and meet the needs of whatever we care about above our own selfish ends. Dr. Strangelove is a constant balancing act between two complete opposite thoughts that are constantly at war with each other.

Just like humanity

And yet somehow, we're still here. Somehow, we'll be ok.