I saw Sunshine the other day. I also wrote a previous blogpost about wanting to improve my employment chances by using this blog to promote my professional (ha!) activity–so strap yerselves in for some mediocre philosophising. But first, a note on the film: basically, I thought the film was quite good, but the resolution of the mystery was a little bit surprising and disappointing. Specifically, I was expecting that the mystery would involve some sort of crawling Cthonic horror out of the cold, dead vasts of space, or somesuch–sun demons? Probing aliens? Anything? I was expecting it to be a lot more like Event Horizon, a film that many people have told me they found truly horrifying and frightening. I must be numb. The plot involved space madness, and Ren and Stimpy did it so well that it has yet to be beat. (Well, that’s enough discussion of that to satisfy considerations of fair use, surely.)
Less review, more dry theory, as they say… Righty-o…
There’s a scene where the crew are taking a vote as to whether they need to skewer their fellow crew-member, suicidal, who they think sabotaged the vessel. There are four (sane and voting) crew-members, and they agree that the vote has to be unanimous. (A rare moment of consensus decision-making, or something akin to it, in the media?) Anyhow, one of the crew-members is very much a utilitarian, greater-good sort of bloke–check out how he ends up if you want to see just how utilitarian he turns out to be. And I assume that the crew all think that they’re justifying their murdering with a vote, because they have rights that their voting captures, and they want to preserve those rights, hence the vote has to be unanimous. But, of course, one crew-member refuses to be complicit in the murder of her colleague.
‘What happens now’? she asks, in perhaps the least painful passage of dialogue in this somewhat cheesy scene. The utilitarian, as way of response, grabs the electrified scalpel and makes to head off to the infirmary, murder on his mind.
And it struck me that this is why utilitarians and rights-theorists can’t get along (one reason, anyhow)–the utilitarian can say, as a general rule, hey, we ought to believe in rights since it brings about the most good. But then when they don’t get their way they can always undermine their commitment rule-utilitarianism by an act-utilitarian measure, and convince themselves (if they cannot convince others) that whether or not the rule is good in most cases, in this very case–where they’re about to get outvoted–they should use act-considerations and ignore the vote.
Yes, yes, yes, I hear you ask–but what would Cthulhu do?
advantage of the zeitgeist, the eating of chocolate frogs already being popular. After some research, it seems she was right. Freddo traces his origins to 1930, and apparently was the first chocolate frog, invented as a counter-suggestion to the eating of chocolate mice, which it was assumed would frighten housewives and other folks of delicate constitution.