This was the movie that sparked my interest in the topic of Peak Oil.
However, I have to point out that when he made this film, and for years before and years after, Michael Ruppert was mentally ill. He confidently predicted collapse again and again, and repeatedly relocated among like-minded individuals, and waited for collapse to occur. When again and again, it did not occur as predicted, he gave in to his despair and died from a self-inflicted gunshot.
The message is, do not get too involved with waiting for collapse, thinking about collapse, and predicting the time and manner of the collapse. Having thought about this for a few years, I now believe that there never will be any event that one would recognise as a "collapse". There are 7.4+ billion individuals upon the surface of this planet, and almost all of them don't believe that collapse will occur for any reason whatsoever. In the parlance of computer software, that is the default position, especially when most humans don't even understand that they could be believing in Doom. So in their ignorance, they get up every morning and go to work, quietly plugging away, no matter what their personal circumstances, at making the wheels of human civilization keep turning. Their efforts constitute a massive amount of momentum that cannot be denied, the Earth abides, civilization continues, and there simply will not ever be a blighted landscape with "Mad Max" walking around in it, fighting cannibal biker outlaws. While you are mourning that tragedy, I should note that one should not be expecting zombies either.
Now I would recommend that each of you read Kunstler's words in his short book
The Long Emergency. So sorry, but there is no movie version, with a terribly sincere and concerned and even evangelistic prophet of doom like Mike Ruppert. But as they say, that's the whole point. Most likely, Doom isn't happening for the human race, aka the Kudzu apes.
Instead, after the oil peak (which I personally believe happened in 2008) there will be a centuries-long, gradual power-down, accompanied by lots of shrill speechifying on the part of politicians of all political persuasions, as they all promise to bring back the good times of cheap fossil energy, if only we would vote for them.
We ourselves, and our children and their children, will lead lives of increasing discomfort, that will for each human bloodline one day cross over into something better described as quiet desperation, as the age of cheap oil ends. This is already happening for Third World countries in Asia and Africa. As they die, the First World will slowly come to grips with new and less energy-intensive lifestyles. Some bloodlines will survive, and some will quietly perish. Think of it as evolution in action.
We will survive as a species, and some will even prosper in an age where energy is more expensive. There will be many fewer humans, and each survivor will be haunted by the images of mass suffering, recorded in bit-perfect digital images and video, for all time, to illustrate what happens when one species conquers the Earth and subjugates all others.
So sorry to break the news to you, but simply because you have the means and the time and inclination to be reading my words, most likely you are going to live, and whether or not you want to keep going to work in your nasty-smelling city, or retire into rural splendor, is a decision you do get to make, unless your preference is to postpone such a decision until one day you just die in place from old age.
Again, sorry to be so blunt about it, but we are most of us citizens of the First World going to make it, aside from the quirks of fate. There is even room in our sorry lives for some joy and a string of Merry Christmas's to come.