The terrifying thing about The Inventor: Out for Blood in Silicon Valley, the new documentary by Alex Gibney for HBO, is not the story that counts (the huge scam of a businesswoman that it was going to be the new Steve Jobs and it turned out to be a trilera with ínfulas), nor the voice of beyond the death of the protagonist, Elizabeth Holmes, nor his huge and bulging eyes that stare without blinking, his black clothes, or the disturbingly fragile that is a financial system in front of any tocomochera. As the psychologist and economist Dan Ariely explains in the film itself, what really scares us is that the story of Elizabeth Holmes speaks of us: it is a mirror that reflects the business world in which we live.
To the Holmes of the documentary I would not even give the turns of a coffee if I asked them to the exit of a bar. I would not work with her if I could avoid it and it is likely that I would get off a station earlier if she would sit next to me on the subway. However, this girl got the most prestigious investors in the United States to release 900 million dollars to make a clinical analysis machine that the most elementary laws of physics said could not be manufactured. They never asked, they did not ask me to show them a prototype.
The only explanation for this enchantment of snakes is that Holmes embodies the image that the capitalists have made of themselves. It was the realization of the dream of the entrepreneur, of the messiah who has a great idea (a vision) and transforms the world with it, making millionaires on the way to a few. They were not investing, it was an act of faith. And it terrifies to see to what extent the idea of self-made entrepreneurs, eccentric individualism and self-help discourses of Silicon Valley have soaked the foundations of the world we tread: the day least thought, will crumble at our feet and fall into a Crack without motivational phrases.