The Atlas Shrugged movie went into production over the weekend. In case you're not familiar, Atlas Shrugged is Ayn Rand's massive 1957 novel that functions as a particularly sloppy blow job to the objectivist/libertarian community. It's hugely influential, I suppose, and considered a classic among circles in which you probably wouldn't want to find yourself (circles containing people pissed off that the government provides services like, uhm, roads). You probably knew at least one guy in college who was so batshit over Rand's promulgation of radical selfishness as a social good that you half expected him to rush off to her grave on a coke-binge, dig up her corpse, and haul ass to the county clerk's office. I guess what I'm trying to say is: there is an entire contingent of society that is going to be fucking insufferable when this comes out. So, why am I not actually that concerned?
more

