Firstly,
I want to thank Pinborough for the image of the partially eaten aborted three
month fetus on the kitchen tile, I will never be able to scrub it from my
brain. I'm not afraid of spiders, but I am afraid of parasites, and just the thought
of pregnancy makes me nauseous (both the normal and evil spider-baby varieties)
so Breeding Ground definitely had me squirming at parts. In the category of queasy
images, Breeding Ground takes the gold.
Breeding
Ground, unlike I Am Legend, also had the characters going for it. They weren’t particularly
deep, but they weren’t alarmingly terrible. They were comfortable, like most
archetypes, and they moved the story forward. Katie was annoying, but she was
also like twenty one, so I tolerated her existence. Unlike with Robert Neville,
I was comfortable with Matt as a POV character and main protagonist, I'm not
going to espouse love for him, but he got the job done, and I hurt for the guy
in most of the right places.
However,
there is a rant coming.
What
the hell is up with the hack scientists?! The one thing that will get me every
time in anything with a science fiction element, is science that does not hold
water. I get that it is science fiction, but if you are going to spit in the
face of every natural law we know, your characters at least need to have a “holy
crap, this is physically impossible!” moment, or else I think the characters,
or worse, the writer is just stupid. Chloe doesn’t eat for a week and continues
to gain an incredible amount of weight. You can’t make matter from nothing
folks! Someone, anyone, in the novel, please be as alarmed as I am at this
violation of the law of conservation of
mass! When she stops eating, she becomes a closed system. Nothing is being
added. That can’t come out of nowhere. And if it does, because fiction is
awesome like that, someone please recognize this law and freak out a little!
Then as the apocalypse
grows in the vast majority of women all over the world, I am asked to believe that
all of the doctors, scientists, and even the Joe’s in the world simply throw up
their hands at this phenomenon and decide to wait and see. Everyone in the world, unanimously, decides to wait and see. WHAT? Someone
put that chick in an MRI! Does her weird budding powers cause the electronics
to malfunction? Exploratory surgery baby! We find out from Chris’s autopsy of
Katie that the fatty lumps are different parts of the spiders developing around
the body, which will contract and assemble in the womb shortly before birth.
How hard could it be for a doctor to slice open one of those lumps, pull out a partially
developed arachnid limb, and conclude Houston, we have a problem.
And speaking of Chris.
Ah Chris. I am not a geneticist, nor am I a doctor, but I am confident anyone
infected with a horrifying spider baby would fare better in my care, than in
the care of Chris, the brilliant geneticist. When John discovers he has
developed the telltale lumps of a widow infection, brilliant Dr. Chris fist
suggests that they might just go away. Right. Because we have every reason to believe
now, of all times that massive sporadically appearing lumps are more likely to
go away than turn into a horrible spider baby. When John refuses to accept the
all to prevalent “wait and see” policy of the many hack scientists who caused
the apocalypse, Chris’s only other suggestion is to drink a pint of the deaf
girl’s blood.
By the way, deaf people’s
blood kills the spider things.
Moving on. Drink the deaf girl’s blood. Why would a
geneticist suggest he drink the miracle blood? Does he not know what human
stomach acid does to DNA and proteins? Inject that stuff! How about right into
the lumps! If they’re not the same blood type, don’t inject enough to kill him!
But no. Drink the blood and then we’re done. Shockingly, this does not work and
an evil black boy spider bursts out of John’s head and kills him. And I liked
John too.
Perhaps more motivation
was needed to spark the creativity of this doctor. Nearly every other man in
the group develops the lumps shortly after. Though I am assured Chris is doing
everything he can to save himself and his comrades, I'm fairly certain he just
decides to roll over and die, because I can come up with a bucket of things to
try that do hold some logic. More logic than drinking the deaf girl’s blood.
And here are the
reasons why I am a better post spider apocalypse doctor than Dr. Chris, with
logic to boot.
1. When
John killed his mother by bludgeoning her to death, just a few hours or maybe
even moments before the completed gestation of her monster spider baby, it also
killed the spider baby in question. Ergo, we could try to stop the heart, and
then resuscitate the host to see if it would be enough to kill the developing
spider baby.
2. The
environment is becoming increasingly tropical. It is even postulated that the
widows are somehow controlling the weather. Ergo, the widows need a higher
temperature to survive. Most organisms in fact, need a stable environment to
incubate their young. Ergo, we could try to lower the core temperature of the
host in an ice bath, to make the body unfavorable for incubating the young, and
kill the developing spider baby.
3. Electricity
does kill the suckers. Yes, the high voltage fence packs a lot more punch than
what a human body can survive, but when the alternative is dying horribly as a
spider baby erupts from your body, why not hit the host with a defibrillator a
few times? Who knows, usually embryonic life forms are significantly more
fragile than adults. Maybe it will kill the developing spider baby.
4. Hit
that sucker with some Chemo. Chris even suggested the spiders were made from
all of the genetically modified food messing with peoples’ bodies, causing them
to grow these monsters. That sounds a lot like cancer. Wriggling, sentient,
spider-cancer. If you kill enough cells from anything, it will die. Here’s
hoping we nuke the developing spider parts before the host.
a. Oh,
don’t have any Chemo or enough medical equipment on site? Well the spiders don’t
attack people who are carrying future spiders. You all have a shield of invulnerability.
Go out, get the stuff, come back, and fix yourself people. Go now. Chop chop.
5. And
last, but not least, good old fashioned surgery. Especially in the male hosts,
the lumps of developing spider baby are centralized under the skin in their
chest. Just under the skin. So close you can see it moving in fact. Get a
scalpel and have at it! Even if you miss parts, if you pull enough limbs and
organs out of anything, especially prenatal things, they will probably die. After
all, the last amateur surgery, the amputation of an entire arm from the
shoulder in a vet clinic, actually worked! Add a doctor and supplies, and I like
those odds!
Yes, all of these
measures are incredibly risky, but look at the alternative. Two characters even
waste themselves. If you're going to waste yourself, waste yourself for science.
Let us electrocute you a little first or chill you in an ice bath. Who knows,
you could save lives.
One more thing and I’ll
stop. What is up with that genius freakin dog? The dog waits in front of the
gate for hours like it knows it’s
going to be let in, makes best friends with the deaf girl like it knows they’re both deaf, and then in the
end exercises an incredibly advanced form of morality when it decides that
Nigel isn’t good enough for a bullet after what he’s done, and stops the others
from shooting him so he can die slowly from a widow bite. The dog voted for
vengeful punishment. Was the dog some new evolution in the canine species? Brought
on by the same phenomenon that caused the widows? Were the widows somehow
controlling it to use as an undercover agent? No, it’s just a deaf dog. What
the hell!? You can’t have a genius dog, then not explain it! You can’t! It even
decides to go with George to find his grandson in the end, because the genius
dog knows he won’t make it on his
own. What?! Why is no one alarmed by this?!
Some great images, some
great moments, but a very sloppy apocalypse.