It was a normal day, or so it seemed.
Yikes. It’s not unknown that in the United States of America some things are just plain crooked. Health care and its cost, the 1% that seems to have forgotten all about humanity and sharing, dodgy things happening in taxes and so on. Twenty Thirty takes this and runs with it, painting a cruel world in which the have and have-nots can be defined by a very clear line: age.
There are different story lines with characters on different sides. A few of the rich are young as well, a few of the (almost) poor are old, but even those that could be able to understand each other, stay at both sides of the line.
In 2030, big bucks have turned into small bucks. Tens of thousands of dollars for surgery, thousands dollars for a meal for two at a fancy restaurant. The country is in huge debt and its population gets grayer and grayer because of the discovery of some important (mostly cancer) cures. America is on a slowly dripping vaccine of money yet it’s never enough. When natural disaster hits, the relationship between young and old turns even worse.
As a twenty-something, some parts of Twenty Thirty made me nauseous. Not only the complete lack of (financial) future for the young ones, but also because age groups ruthlessly being pitted against each other. Some parts were more horrifying than any zombie-tale could come up with.
Twenty Thirty paints a bleak story. Hopefully it inspires more change than any politician.
Twenty Thirty: the real story of what happens to America, Albert Brooks, St. Martin’s Press 2011