The movie was simply awesome. While I did get to see Denzil lob off some hands and heads it was nothing like what I expected. Just a little background. Denzil played Eli, a mysterious traveler in a post-apocalyptic United States. In the thirty years since the ozone layer collapsed and the sun scorched earth to hell and back—pun intended—lawlessness has overtaken the land as man kills, steals and preys on one another just to survive a world where water is costly and safety is non-existent. I won’t spoil the movie, or at least try not to but at some point the film changed from Denzil skewering criminals like Leonidas mowing through Persians to a movie where the symbolism and message blew me away. My husband, who had entered the theater donning that I’m-taking-you-to-a-movie-where-you-can-drool-over-another-man-I-better-get-some-tonight look, was suddenly whispering, “Did you get that? Did you catch that? Oh wow!” in my ear.
There were two prevalent themes in The Book of Eli and both struck me where I live. One was faith-based . Okay…here I go trying not to spoil the end…Eli’s travels ended in the West, more specifically in a place where people were once imprisoned for their crimes. I instantly caught the symbolism. We are prisoners of sin set free by the Word of God. But there was another more subtle theme as well. This former prison had been converted into a center of restoration. The goal was to bring peace, purpose, conscience and order back to the earth. Their method? Books. Of every genre and by every author they could collect. See, the first things to be destroyed after the apocalypse were books. Knowledge. Ideas. Free-thinking. Creativity. Purpose. Joy. Escapism. Optimism. All are contained in books. And instead of the rare tome being pilfered and hoarded by a select few those focused on restoring the earth vowed to release people from the prison of their minds and miserable existence by sharing the freedom found between the pages of a book.
As a reader and author, all I could say was…Wow.
And did I mention Denzil was knuckle-biting fine?