Words are a powerful weapon in the right hand. Words can be used by weak and strong without discrimination. They can help one find water or avoid beating eaten by others. Or they can cut the throat as sharp as a sword would.

Imperfect as it is, The Book of Eli (movie) has a great merit: not that it shows how gloomy and dark the future can be, but how light and beautiful the world we live in is. It’s a world that (still) takes care of old and children and powerless, of women and men and love and even about nature. It’s a world in which intelligent can live, not only the shrewd, the violent or the strongest.

It’s a crisis out there, a crisis of money and liquidities, a crisis of trust between people, social classes, people and the state, the banks and the people. But it’s more a crisis of the people themselves, for what is the state made of, if not of people? And who works in the banks, who controls them?

The books that can change mankind’s destiny, who writes them? Who interpretes them in so many ways, until nothing remains of their wasted words? It’s people, always people. Mostly unaware of their great power. And even more unwilling to take responsability for the power and their action.

Watch out, The Book of Eli will drain your energy and leave a bitter aftertaste. Sleep over it for a while and don’t ask how there are so many irregularities in the movie, or how much this film resembles Children of Men. After a while, the sleep is over and the world is more beautiful. If we just stop to think about it.