As Austrian filmmaker Werner Boote traveled the world to make Plastic Planet, he asked people to show off just how many plastic items were in their homes. Modest-sized dwellings in Japan, Austria and the U.S. yielded huge caches of the stuff. So did a small shanty in India.
Turns out it really is a plastic planet, even though products made of synthetic polymers have been commercially marketed for only about 100 years. (Bakelite dates to 1907.) Plastic blows in the wind, bobs in the ocean and — perhaps most alarmingly — percolates through the human reproductive system.
Boote has a personal connection to the problem. When the easygoing writer-director was a child, his grandfather worked for a plastics company. So Boote frames his documentary as a personal quest to learn some of the things his grandpa couldn’t have known about the lightweight, durable, miraculously cheap material. Although he does attempt a trade-fair confrontation with the president of PlasticsEurope, Boote insists he’s no Michael Moore. Most of the time, he presents himself as bemused and curious, whether looking to film the manufacture of plastic — no one will oblige him, not even a very informal-looking Chinese company — or having his blood drawn to learn just how much synthetic material it contains.
Risking a jumbo carbon footprint, Boote and his crew traveled Europe, Asia, the U.S. and North Africa. In Morocco, a stuntman shows a bag-strewn stretch of desert that has to cleaned up every time a movie crew shoots there. In Japan, Boote joins the annual cleanup of beaches on a designated “nature island.” Near Venice, the filmmaker meets the daughter of a whistle-blower who denounced a plastics plant where 170 workers died. Somewhere between L.A. and Hawaii, a floating research crew shows off a sample of seawater that’s packed with plastic smithereens.