THE INVISIBLE MEN

The 1933 film version of HG Wells’ The Invisible Man is hilarious to today’s eyes. Director James Whale employed the latest, cutting edge technology for the visual effects: the very finest nylon wires were used to drag chairs, throw bicycles and leave cigarettes smoking themselves as they hovered magically in mid air. All this to convince us that a man can become invisible. Today’s movies, comedies, dramas, sitcoms…and all the bloody adverts that punctuate our daily entertainment, are by contrast, deliberately vaporising men in a much more pernicious and underhand manner.

Scary looking German philosopher Oswald Spengler had already predicted the gradual erasure of men in his 1918 book ‘Decline of the West’. His argument in a nutshell, was that cultures behave like organisms, and the West is in its final winter phase becoming more materialistic, more cynical and much less spiritual. Most significantly, he observed that in late stage civilisation men become more pacifist, more romantic…basically more feminine. He notes how Roman sculptures illustrate this perfectly: early statues depict men as virile and muscular whilst late empire sculptures are clearly fey and effeminate as the culture loses its sense of purpose and knows, subconsciously, that it’s going to hell in a handcart.

Fast forward a hundred years and Ozzy’s politically incorrect prophecy has snapped into sharp focus. Today, we may not be big on chiselling our icons from marble, but you only need flick through the TV channels, like David Bowie in The Man Who Fell to Earth, to realise that men are largely portrayed as useless, feckless goofs: you’ll witness an endless parade of Homer Simpsons befuddled with life and whose purpose on planet Earth is to be little more than a beer-bellied obstacle in the path of a competent woman. Watch a few detergent ads, for example. The misogynistic 1950s stereotype that depicted women in the kitchen has been burned, buried, salted and swiftly replaced by an army of comedy doofusses who have no clue which end of a mop does the mopping. Real men are being eradicated.

Need more evidence? Compare the male models of the 1990s to today’s gender questioning ‘lads’. If in some weird glitch in the matrix a fight broke out between the two decades I know which side I’d rather be on.

Testosterone is not just being overlooked or pushed to one side. It is actively despised for being the seed that blossoms into toxic masculinity. In reality though, it is the hormone that builds muscle and boosts our metabolism…and not just in men. Whether it’s oestrogen in the water or glyphosates in our Shreddies, the fact is that our testosterone levels have been sliding downhill for decades. As this vital hormone drains away we don’t just lose muscle we also lose our energy levels, our libidos and our motivation. Consider a future where there are too few men to manage the oil rigs, build the bridges and sewers or lay the roads. It also means fewer entrepreneurs and risk takers, fewer start ups, less innovation. Spengler was spot on.

The big construction companies are well aware of the dwindling supply of strong men. That’s why they’re investing multi millions into the likes of Walter and his Australian counterpart, Hadrian, two bricklaying robots that they hope will come to the rescue. Yes, they can build two hundred square metres of wall in a day and work in all weathers without tea or fag breaks, but they still need a man to watch over them. In between writing poems and pressing flowers, presumably.

Men are retreating from every corner of the culture that only a handful of years ago we thought were exclusively ours. And we can’t pin the blame on women or feminism for that. We sat idly by, hands clasped and lips pursed like a disapproving aunt at a wedding as we watched our territory being reclaimed and rebranded, slice by slice.

The movies are literally awash with small, perfectly formed females beating up men twice their size. The patriarchy has clearly been the enemy for the last three decades or so. Buffy the Vampire Slayer probably kickstarted things back in the early nineties but it was Kill Bill (2003) that really smashed its way into to our zeitgeist. The floodgates were opened and the endless slew of kick-ass chicks shows no sign of abating. Now this is all good fun stuff, but what gets tiresome is the persistent insidiousness of male evaporation in every TV drama. Every judge, every super smart lawyer, the forensics expert, the chief superintendent…they’re all women, mixed race ones too, just in case you forgot they can be clever. And you can be damn sure the villain is a weedy white male, to hammer home that he is the real enemy. Meanwhile, obsequious male comics on panel shows join the fray, smugly ridiculing their own gender as if they live permanently above us in TV land, where no man was ever seen swearing in a pub or flirting with the checkout girl in Sainsbury’s. It’s so desperately, desperately predictable that it’s become unbearable, like a constant whining, whinging noise that comes with owning a TV.

In the final scene of The Invisible Man, as Dr Jack Griffin slips away on his deathbed, he paradoxically becomes visible once again. And if old Spengler was right he predicted that at the end of our cultural ‘winter phase’ we will see the revival of virility and the emergence of a Caesar-like figure bringing in a new wave of political power in the hope of saving us.

What on earth could he have meant?

Howard Saunders is a writer, speaker and the Retail Futurist

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  Howard Saunders   Jul 27, 2026   Uncategorized   Comments Off on THE INVISIBLE MEN   Read More

LOOK HARDER

Education is wasted on the young. The tweed wrapped frustrations of an art history teacher begging me to ‘look harder Saunders’ were little more than snigger-fodder to a fourteen year old fresh into long trousers. Wisdom, it seems, can take a good half century to percolate from the inner ear to the cerebrum before it makes any sense.  

‘Look at the subject, her expression, look at the others and the position of their hands. What does this tell you?’ he would say peering through his half rimmed specs. Yes, this was way back in the day when we still had male teachers.

Pieter Claesz. - Stillleben mit Römer - Digital KMW

What Mr Bromeswell was trying to tell us, all those years ago, was that every painting, every image, every photo is steeped in meaning and messages…for those that are open to decoding them, that is. Some of them are strategic: the items chosen to lie ‘casually’ on the linen tablecloth in a Dutch interior, for example. But many of the messages are subliminal, subconscious signals that cry out for an informed observer. And with the world in its current state of what can be politely described as flux, we have never been bombarded with so many hidden messages queuing up for interpretation and analysis. Mr B must surely be screaming down from the heavens ‘look harder ffs!’

Politics

Let’s start with an easy one. Check out this picture of Sir Keir Starmer meeting Donald Trump. Now, try if you can to wipe your brain completely clean of politics and look at the image as if it were a photograph of two random uncles meeting at a wedding. Oh yes, those dark rims do nothing to obscure the sheer terror that emanates from Uncle K’s eyes. And as for Uncle Don, well his disregard for Uncle K is palpable to the point of cringe. Sure, I selected this image, but I challenge anyone to find another picture that switches these roles. Because there isn’t one. 

Disney

Disney is clearly trying to tell us something. Perhaps it’s feeling contrite about having created a billion cute but hideously entitled princesses out of our daughters. Whatever its reasoning, its attempt to correct matters with a ham-fisted dollop of DEI has made it look ridiculous and desperate. To cast a non-white in the role of Snow White was a decision, and a huge investment, that must have taken months if not years. The result was a $170 million loss at the box office and public ridicule. Compare that to the $190 million profits from the 1936 version (accounting for inflation).

Pop Music

Take a few minutes to really look into the face of one of our all time biggest pop idols. Forget about the decades of nipping and tucking, look into Madonna’s eyes and what do you see? Her skin maybe stretched to tearing point like budget clingfilm and her hair and lips over-augmented to compensate for time’s wicked revenge, but it’s the eyes that cannot lie. Some of the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen. Sad about ageing, perhaps, but it must surely be that she knows, subconsciously, that pop music is on the same trajectory as she is. And while we’re on the subject of decline, take at close look at Britney, the girl that once fizzed with bright pink vitality now confused, broken and empty. Blame it on drugs and the ageing process if you must, but we are not looking at faces that are proud of their legacy. These are the faces of idols that know the game is up.

As Robbie Williams admits, he would work for months in order to come up with a catchy, anthemic chorus. Today, you can create one at the press of a button. So is pop music dead? Well, formulaic pop music is yes. But the good news is that we’re already seeing the response to AI created music beginning to emerge with bands such as Angine de Poitrine experimenting with microtonal math-rock and unpredictable rhythms that go to show that humans are still very much in charge. Check them out here. Predictable they are not.

Hollywood

Oh dear, oh dear. It couldn’t be more explicit if it tried. Like pop music, Hollywood knows that its heyday lies long behind it. It had an amazing run, made itself stratospherically wealthy, then flaunted its riches back at us only to become even richer as a result. That’s quite some business model. But you can only live off your legacy for so long: Hollywood knows that it is dying and it’s reaching out to tell us that in a most peculiar way. The current Ozempic craze is Hollywood, literally and manifestly, diminishing itself before our very eyes. Drunk on a cocktail of guilt and narcissism, our stars are physically shrinking for us, as if on a kind of hunger strike against their own excesses. So tell me, who is Hollywood’s golden couple right now, the one that we all wish we could be? 

Precisely.

The Car Industry

We all know that the Germans are the best engineers in the world. Their car industry has given birth to some of the the fastest, most efficient and aspirational products mankind has ever produced. And now, after eighty years climbing to the top of the world it has decided to dismantle it all piece by piece. As my geopolitical contemporary, Peter Zeihan says: if you’ve always fancied a state of the art BMW, buy one now because they won’t be making them much longer. As part of its strategy of intentional self-sabotage Germany has also decommissioned all its nuclear plants, much like Miliband filling in our gas wells with concrete I guess. 

But don’t be fooled by the reassuringly snarly grin on the face of a luxury BMW eDrive machine. It is nothing but a grimace that hides the truth. The truth is that almost 60% of that sexy beast’s power plant was made in China. They deny it of course referencing a barrage of foreign sources and parts suppliers, but that’s the nub of it. Germany hasn’t just opened its gates to a Trojan horse, it has transplanted the damn thing into its very heart.

The same is true of Jaguar. Too many column inches have been written on Jaguar’s do-or-die gamble, so I’ll keep it short: Its 00 concept is openly and brazenly ground zero. It has abandoned its loyal, grey haired and tan gloved fan base in favour of a customer of dubious orientation and origin. At precisely the time, incidentally, that our ageing boomer army will be at its most populous ever. Go figure.

Meanwhile, the Chinese are shamelessly building gorgeous, indistinguishable clones of BMW X5s, G-Wagens, Lamborghinis, Range Rovers, Mini Coopers, Rolls Royces and even classic Corvettes. They are obviously taking the piss.

Let me spell it out. As the West abandons its cultural heritage, the Chinese are on hand to mop it up and regurgitate it for their own amusement.

Thank you Mr Bromeswell. Our destiny could not be any clearer.

Howard Saunders is a writer, speaker and the Retail Futurist

howard@22and5.com

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  Howard Saunders   May 12, 2026   Brand, culture, Future, image, Uncategorized, woke   Comments Off on LOOK HARDER   Read More