Thursday, September 16, 2010

Fallout Shelter Beatnik

“The species is a flop.”

--Mr. McCann, fallout shelter beatnik

No Place to Hide-Beatnik-4

Public Shelter Living: The Story of Shelter 104 is a gem of a civil defense film from 1964. It begins with shelter manager Bob and his assistant, a chirpy blonde, counting people coming into a public Fallout Shelter to avoid the off-camera atomic attack. The thirty-minute black and white movie concerns the challenges of living in a shelter “for as long as we have to.” At one point Shelter Manager Bob tells everyone “That it won’t be any picnic in here. There’s going to be a certain amount of discomfort for all of us.” He then urges his captive audience to “sit down, remain calm and continue filling out those forms that were handed to you.”

Beatnik malcontent “Mr. McCann” (who looks like Lenny Bruce by way of Jerry Stahl) is having none of it. As Bob and his assistants stare at him in disgust, the Beatle-booted hipster lays it all out for them:

Contemplating your errors, friends? You know, the fact is, you made a stinking mess out of everything. And now we’re all going to die down here in this black little hole.

No Place to Hide-Fallout Warden-Listen to Beatnik

Later, Bob’s optimistic helper tries to comfort the beatnik:

Blonde Helper: The world didn’t end this morning, Mr. McCann. It’s still here.

Beatnik: Don’t give me a lecture on the survival of the species, little girl. The species is a flop. And whether it all goes up in one grand whoosh or carries on for another week or drags on for a month…

No Place to Hide-Beatnik-Girl-3

The primary lesson of the film seems to be targeted at potential shelter managers: Don’t let stoned beatniks wander into your shelter after the big one drops. You might live to regret it.

 

Public Shelter Living Army Pictorial Center / DDCP 20-217 / 1964

2 comments:

Kyriu said...

That's a bit of the theme of "The last woman on earth"... Beatniks have no chance, in fact.

bmcraec said...

"…the everyday problems of a nuclear holocaust." I hope the person who wrote that (and it wold have been approved by an army of bureaucrats) was stoned out his or her gourd, and giggling when the words were uttered out loud.