Viewing the oft-discussed and relatively new documentary The Corporation was shocking. The documentary itself is a far-reaching and eye-opening liberal media excercise pointing out the fatal flaws in our society's love affair with obsecene amounts of capitalist growth at the expense of the environment and our integrity, and it does an excellent job at getting its message across poignantly and clearly. Seeing it with a friend on Saturday afternoon was time well spent.

Most of the views in the piece were already in sync with my own, and seeing it from the perspective of a student journalist was quite fitting, but to say that it didn't inspire some desire for profound change in my would be lying. I need to analyze it more before I form a mental thesis statement and am able to clearly articulate what it touched in me, I think, but in the meantime, it is highly reccomended. Chances are, if you read this page regularly, you'll find a lot of worthwhile material in it. I don't know if it's playing in "mainstream" theatres at the moment, and perhaps that is for the best. The thought of the likes of Paramount Chinook playing host to The Corporation, however, is at once a remarkable irony and, in the context of the final few moments of the film, a delicious coup.