Review of The Unforeseen (2007) by Manohla Dargis for New York Times — 29 Feb 2008

There’s nothing wrong with Mr. Redford and his love of nature. But there’s something irritatingly softheaded about the generic, nostalgia-tinged blandishments that the film finally resorts to -- a Wendell Berry poem, a grizzled old farmer wielding a sickle -- in place of truly hard questions and solutions that may effect meaningful change.

With the polar ice caps melting, I want more than poetry and blame. I want a plan.