I took my daughter to see Zootopia last Saturday afternoon. The theater was absolutely packed and one thing I noticed right away was the ratio of full grown adults to children was in the neighborhood of 10 to 1. I feel like there’s something to be said about that. Even as we stood in line to get into the packed theater my mind was racing with ideas for an article about the infantilization of the modern proletariat.
As I stood there in line behind a group of about 8 twenty-somethings that chittered away excitedly in anticipation of the spectacle they were about to view, I couldn’t help but reflect that we live in a state of perpetual war, that at that very moment some drone somewhere was probably about to take out a school or a hospital or a wedding, and here we were, a bunch of grown adults about to go learn a lesson in tolerance from cute, furry, anthropomorphic cartoon animals.
I couldn’t help thinking that if my grandpa, whom fought the Nazis, would feel a certain contempt for those people, that is, the ones unaccompanied by a child, as I couldn’t help feeling. A group of 6 or 7 adults entered the packed theater too late to be able to all sit together. The man who was clearly the most astute member was heard to say, “we got a problem, we got a problem” over and over, like literally 5 times. It was all I could do not to shout out, “Ya, you got a problem but it ain’t seating!”.
Having said all that, the movie was so good that it’s hard to hold wanting to see it against anyone. Even gramps might agree if he was around to watch it. I guess what I’m trying to say is, have a little decency, and kidnap a child or something if you are going to go watch a Disney film, because otherwise it’s embarrassing for all of us.
Ok, with that rant out of the way, let’s get on to the actual movie. If you haven’t seen it yet, then at the very least you’ve probably heard what a great allegory the film is for the racial tensions in America. I really anticipated reading the reviews after seeing the film, because I knew everyone would get it wrong, but I have to admit now that I’ve read around 30 or so reviews I’m mostly just disappointed because critics seem to have conceded that the film’s metaphors are such a jumbled mess that it all completely falls apart with any kind of close examination so it’s better to just summarize the whole thing as “prejudism bad, mmmmkay?” Which is fair…that’s a totally fair summary.
I thought surely some of the more hardcore outlets would break their backs shoehorning Zootopia into forwarding an anti-white narrative. Vox almost went there. Mary Sue phoned it in. The Guardian pussies out with the rest of them. Geez. Even Salon let’s me down with their utterly sane and tame take. Well, far be it from yours truly to shy away from a challenge, gather around chilluns cause I’m about to break it down in ways no one else dares.
What gets people largely hung up when they try to dissect the metaphor is mainly the following two points, that the prey make up 90% of the population of Zootopia and are therefore clearly, you know, white people, and the predators are unjustly feared and labeled as savages and are therefore clearly black, or Muslim, take your pick. This is wrong. This is why you can’t make the metaphor work, because you have started off with some fundamentally wrong assumptions based on misleading but ultimately irrelevant factors.
You need to flip it. Take what you think you thought you saw, and flip it around. The prey are the oppressed (fancy that) and the predators are the straight, white cis male shitlords. How is this not obvious? Hopps becomes the first bunny in the Zootopia PD not because she works really hard and believes in herself, but rather because of the “Mammal Inclusion” program. She’s the product of Affirmative Action. That’s why the Chief has so much contempt for her, because he doesn’t view her as having earned her place.
Furthermore, Hopps is quick to remind anyone that refers to her as cute “only a bunny can call another bunny cute”, remind you of anything, my nigga? Now the preds, on the other hand, they are the privileged members of society. They have always been top of the food chain throughout history, just like the white man*. The mayor is a lion. A lion who only hired his assistant “to get the sheep vote” and bosses her around and calls her Smellwether. The police chief is a…well he’s a water buffalo, but he’s a really, really manly water buffalo. Anyway, I rest my case.
Now, as for the engineered compound that makes the animals “go savage”, that’s actually a metaphor for engineered lies and statistics used to perpetuate this bullshit progressive ideology that tries to paint all men(or white people) as vile scum and women(or minorities) as their helpless victims. Some of the critics thought that Bellwether was a stand in for Donald Trump, but that’s obviously ridiculous in the extreme. Bellwether is actually your prototypical SJW, playing the victim and lying about systemic oppression and predator privilege in order to be voted into power on the basis of her identity politics.
Think about it. Bellwether friends Judy and seems to be helping her along, but it’s all simply to make her the literal poster girl for Mammal Inclusion. When Judy starts to wise up to what’s going on Bellwether has no qualms about getting her murdered to further her cause, as Bellwether is only driven by her hate.
Judy’s story arc actually involves her being an SJW that goes full McIntosh at her press conference where she gives a speech that is an analogy for how men can’t help raping because it’s part of their biology but Judy quickly learns the errors of her ways and figures out that she has simply been mislead by Bellwethers (feminist) propaganda.
You see? This is why all those progressive publications can’t bring themselves to admit that there’s a real metaphor lying underneath all the cuteness that is Zootopia, because their regressive brains simply aren’t wired to see things for what they are. The moral of this film is that you should have just re-watched Wreck-It Ralph instead. Hah, nah I’m playin’. Zootopia is watchable. But if you don’t have a kid to take then please have a little normal shame and download a cam or something.