Watched on a CX flight from PEK to HKG. June 2017.
So. I met Craig Leeson because he’s a filmmaker in Hong Kong, and he’s a friend of a friend. I had no idea that he is a journalist, and I had no idea that he was making this film. It’s incredible, and tragic, and so shameful.
The film begins by juxtaposing a beautiful baby pygmy whale with the disgusting pollution in the ocean… The excitement of finally spotting a whale, and then the awfulness of the water all around it. Just terrible.
So the story goes all around the world, following both Leeson and free diver, Tanya Streeter, as they find the plastic story from history and origin to where the plastic is ending up – in the oceans, collected on the ocean floor, floating in the waves, caught in coral. The picture is terrible.
And compounded with this horror, was the fact that I was eating the plane meal, with plastic cutlery, drinking Sprite in a plastic cup. And then we got to the segment in the film where Leeson approaches a number of restaurants and cafes, to get food to go, but asks staff not to put the food or drink in plastic. The difficulty this presents is almost astonishing – except it’s not that astonishing at all. Thinking about my own life and the places I get take out from – sushi in plastic boxes, chicken rice in a styrofoam box, iced tea in a plastic cup… with a plastic straw… and a plastic long spoon….
A Plastic Ocean is a huge wake up call. Though I’m pretty sad to say that I have friends who will watch it and still think it has nothing to do with them. Sigh. It really is a fucking fantastic film. Absolutely loved it.