Not exact matches
It presents a future in 2022 that seems unlikely not because we're not currently on the
verge of some great ecological disaster, but because rough math suggests that the Heston character would've been born the year before the film's 1973 release and thus his declaration that he'd never seen a grapefruit (or
grass, or cows) should worm its way into the audience consciousness as Soylent Green's statement that it's not serious, thoughtful science - fiction, but rather soapbox and screed timed to coincide
with, in 1972, the first international conference on climate change.
Imagine them arm - in - arm in the warmth, one swinging the bag jangling the lengths of chain in it and singing to make the other laugh, jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way, the other
with the padlocks complete
with their miniature keys in her pockets, and the
grasses in the
verges on both sides of the road they're on summer - yellow and shot through
with the weeds, the wildflowers.
The fence marked a severe boundary: on the road side there was a
verge of still greenish
grass and weeds, decorated
with the occasional white styrofoam cup and silver - glinting beer can, the wildflowers of civilization; beyond the fence a swath of small boulders gave way to a field of beige dirt and stone that seemed to stretch forever.