Who’s Producing the World?
Producing is thinking ahead. That is all, they say. I rewatched Wag the Dog, that film where Hollywood fabricates a war to distract from a president’s affair. It used to feel like satire. Now it feels like documentary.
Europe’s economy cracks, politics stumble, streets grow restless and suddenly, it’s drones. Drones over airports, over cities, over nothing anyone can verify. Headlines flare, fear loops, then silence. Cut. Next story.
Jean Baudrillard once wrote The Gulf War Did Not Take Place. He didn’t mean it literally. He meant the war had already been replaced by its televised version. The screen swallowed the event. The image became the truth.
That’s the script we’re living in now. Since 2020, the event has been consumed by its coverage. COVID wasn’t just a pandemic; it was a broadcast. A global performance with nurses dancing on TikTok while cities went dark. Half musical, half martial law.
Now the set has changed: drones, climate panic, collapsing economies, new acts in the same production. The world doesn’t report itself anymore; it stages itself.
You don’t need propaganda when everyone’s producing content. You just need good lighting. The line between documentary and direction vanished somewhere between the press release and the panic.
Information stopped serving truth. It now manages emotion.
And when you say that, they call you cynical. Maybe you are. Maybe cynicism is just what clarity feels like in an age of choreography.
Because once you see the production, you can’t unsee it.
The question isn’t who’s producing the world.
It’s when will we remember that we are?
It’s time to take back the director’s chair.