When I first heard the term “Invisible Children,” my first inclination was that it was one of those annoying activist causes to which people subscribe in an effort to feel like they’re making a difference halfway around the world. Unfortunately, I seem to have been right. This is a shame because my second and third inclinations would have been much cooler:
My second inclination was that “Invisible Children” was a totally ridiculous horror movie, either akin to “The People Under the Stairs” or even more outlandish, dealing with ghost kids running around and terrifying everyone. I’ll admit that I didn’t have a chance to flesh out the story in my mind, but I was really hoping to have one more crappy movie added to my collection. In the twenty seconds of investigating that I later did, I discovered that there is in fact an “Invisible Children” movie, but it looks more like “Blood Diamond” than “Children of the Corn” or even “Hollow Man.”
My third thought was that invisible children would be the best kind of children to have. You could throw some paint on them when you felt sorry enough to play with them, or when you wanted to keep them close at hand. But invisible kids could get you stuff or pull mischievous pranks for you, and they’d be little upkeep because you wouldn’t miss them if they wandered off or something happened to them.
Charitable causes may be well-intentioned, but when they deliberately exploit an intriguing or frightening-sounding name in order to push their altruistic agendas, we have to wonder if they’re really doing more good than harm.