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zondag 5 januari 2014

Today's Mini-Review: The Day the Earth Stood Still (remake)



Rating: **/*****, or 4/10

Starring: Keanu Reeves, Jennifer Connelly, Jadem Smith
Directed by Scott Derrickson
USA: 20th Century-Fox, 2008

The thing about remakes is they need to retell a story of old (or at least apply its general concepts) while giving it meaning that reflects contemporary society, instead of carbon-copying the meaning of their original counterpart to little avail in a changed world. In that regard, the remake of the Sci-Fi classic The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951) is spot-on, replacing a warning against the dangers of nuclear weapons for an ecological message against man's carelessness where the health of the world's environment, and thus his own, is concerned. In most other respects, this new The Day the Earth Stood Still feels like a redundant exercise in how not to redo a well remembered movie.


Like its predecessor from the Fifties, the film revolves around an extraterrestrial visitor, with a giant robot in tow, who is met with hostility and fear on our planet. Darker and grittier than the original, there is good cause to treat the stranger (an aptly emotionless (as always) Keanu Reeves) with aggressive caution, as he's not here delivering an ultimatum telling us to change our ways for the better, but has instead come to eradicate the human infestation from the face of the galaxy in an attempt to save all other life forms spawned by Mother Earth. Life, he says, is rare in the vast limitless of space and therefore a precious thing, but life endangering all other life must be swiftly dealt with: the ends clearly justify the means. Arriving in a sphere (as opposed to a saucer, like before) the alien called Klaatu has come not as a Christ figure like in the original film, but as an Anti-Christ, hellbent on unleashing his own weapon of mass destruction upon our not so innocent world. Said weapon proves to be his artificial companion Gort, who appears to be a metallic giant in humanoid shape, but actually consists of huge numbers of nanites capable of devouring everything they come into contact with. Thankfully humanity has its on secret weapons to combat Klaatu's convictions, namely a smart and strong female scientist (played by Jennifer Connelly) who manages to dissuade the alien from his destructive plans, backed up by the effective reasoning of an aged professor (John Cleese) who morally convinces him humanity must be allowed to make its own choices in the natural process of its evolution. Even though Klaatu's frozen heart is thawed and his role is turned around a full 180 degrees so Keanu can once again play the Messiah (e.g., The Matrix trilogy and Constantine), his original point is amply illustrated as the military tampers with his devices in a botched attempt to destroy them, only unleashing their horrors as nanites swarm the land and the FX department is given the opportunity to go all-out so as to obscure the fact this version of The Day the Earth Stood Still hardly proves as emotionally compelling as its forebear did.



Aside from an update in themes and special effects, this remake offers little improvement over its predecessor. Religious overtones are obviously still to be found: aside from Klaatu's messianistic role, there is the notion of 'space arks' for example, small spheres evacuating all animal species off-world before being engulfed by a sea of nanites. The movie walks a fine line between being too obvious and too subtle, but the representation of religion is the least of its problems. This new The Day the Earth Stood Still has a hard time convincing the spectator that an alien intelligence can so easily be persuaded to alter its agenda, which from the start felt so ruthlessly unalterable thanks to Reeves' emotionless portrayal. What's worse, his turnaround is accomplished through interaction with the scientist and her kid, a terribly obnoxious and ungrateful little brat (Jaden Smith, ofcourse), the latter more often given the audience the impression Klaatu was right from the start and humanity really is a plague better wiped out for the universe's sake, than making it easy for us to accept the otherworldly being is starting to appreciate contact with mankind and suddenly considers humans worth saving after all. The talents of both Connelly and Cleese remain underused in favor of this irritating child character, while it's they who deliver the truly valid arguments as to why humanity is just not so black and white as Klaatu feared. Meanwhile, being a big winter release, the current The Day the Earth Stood Still all too eagerly uses the tools at its disposal thank to the wonders of digital technology by adding many a bombastic scene of computer generated imagery fighting soldiers, reducing the film to the level of the average type of big FX driven action flick, instead of ending up as a smart and sensible science fiction drama like the far superior 1951 incarnation. Nowhere does this film feature either the intellectual impact or the trend setting production design the original was blessed with. Instead, its eco-message is delivered in a bland and forgetful new groove, the impression the film leaves as tiny as the nanites it showcases.


A retooling of the original film where the phrase 'nuclear weapons' would simply have been substituted with 'global pollution' would probably have made for a more agreeable and certainly cheaper way to update that film for today's public, as the 2008 version of The Day the Earth Stood Still adequately illustrates that changing the message to fit the times while throwing huge sums of money at the project to give it that slick blockbuster feel coupled with ignoring the character aspects that ought to make us care doesn't make for a good film, let alone for an effective means to convince the audience of the value of the themes addressed.

And Happy Birthday, Sis!!

donderdag 18 juli 2013

Today's Mini-reviews: feel-good and feel-bad





Quartet: ***/*****, or 7/10

Dustin Hoffman's directorial debut brings together a top-notch cast of grand British actors, all of old age but none of them showing any signs of deterioration in terms of acting abilities. At Beecham House, a home for retired musicians, the success of the annual concert in celebration of Verdi's birthday is endangered by a new arrival. Jean (Maggie Smith), a diva with a history, has no interest in returning to the stage, but her former co-singers (Billy Connolly, Pauline Collins) and her estranged ex-husband (Tom Courtenay) have to convince her otherwise in order to save their home financially. Trouble is, they too are hindered by the ups and downs of geriatrics, making for many an endearing moment. A fine cast lifts this otherwise mediocre feel-good film to greater heights, though the typical string of 'old folks' jokes and the fairly predictable outcome of past romantic entanglements never make for remarkably emotionally compelling angles. Apart from the use of real (ex)musicians in the supporting cast and their appropriation of the works of the grand classic composers, it's the main quartet of actors that carries the movie and provides most of the fun; Billy Connolly especially as a rather eccentric and cheeky old man, filled with naughty charisma and ever ready for witty, sexually charged repartee, who never stops to hit on every female he encounters, no matter her age. Michael Gambon also delivers some laughs in his role as an insufferable concert planner plagued by short term memory loss and a general obnoxious and insensible loudmouth attitude. Ironically, the final quartet the title hints at, and the movie in fact builds up to, is left out, so we never get to hear just how good of a singers the main characters are, which is a bit of a downer considering the plot keeps boasting their vocal prowess and their acting talent alone is considerate enough to make you wonder just how talented they are in other departments. However, it's clear this movie is not about the quartet itself, but the long and difficult road towards it. And with a good cast, all actors so clearly enjoying themselves to the fullest, plus the plethora of vocal performances already present in the picture, such closure isn't actually warranted.




After Earth: **/*****, or 3/10

M. Night Shyamalan's worst movie to date, but you can blame its failure on the Smith family, since this is another attempt of Will Smith's to launch his son into stardom. If the gods are just, it ought to backfire seriously. Set in a distant future 1,000 years after humanity has abandoned Earth for making it uninhabitable (as humanity is currently doing), it centers on a father, a battle hardened military officer called Cypher Raige, and his teenage son Kitai, desperately attempting to follow into his father's footsteps (as Jaden Smith is doing himself here, to no avail). Mankind has settled on a different planet where it got into a conflict with an alien race (briefly mentioned but otherwise not shown) who unleashed monsters called Ursa, blind predatory creatures that hunt via the detection of human fear. Cypher led the vanguard in defeating the creatures when he found a way to shut out all sense of fear and became the ultimate Ursa slayer. Unfortunately for his family, and the audience, he seems to have destroyed all other human emotions too, as this is without a doubt Smith's least compelling performance ever: all trace of the charismatic Smith of old has gone, leaving him a sour, dull character. Call him a poor man's Vulcan (he makes Zachary Quinto look like Kolinahr material!). You would feel sorry for Kitai, were it not that Jaden's acting is still humongously subpar as well, not likely to get better any time soon. En route for some good father/son bonding, the Raiges crashland on Earth, which is populated by strange creatures and plagued by harsh geological and climatological phenomena. As Cypher says, 'everything on this planet has evolved to kill humans'. It seems the people that made this movie don't understand just how evolution works and how long it takes. For one thing, if there have been no more humans around for a milennium, how come everything has evolved to kill them? It's just the first in a long line of plot holes that riddle this movie like Swiss cheese. The wounded Cypher – Will Smith spending the rest of the movie sitting down and looking gloomy – sends his frightened son out to retrieve a distress beacon from the ship's tail section, which crashed a 100 miles away. Fortunately for Kitai his father is able to watch and comment on his progress the entire time, so he can endlessly point out what he's doing wrong and what an idiot he is. If only Smith had told his son he can't act for shit before making this movie, it would have saved him a lot of money and spared us 100 minutes of audiovisual agony. Might be Smith had an ulterior motive in making this film though, since it seems laced with Scientology propaganda. Smith's rumoured interest in that cult seems confirmed throughout the movie when he gives long speeches on banning fear and keeping your emotions in check for your own mental and physical health, meant to inspire his whiny son but delivered while he's directly looking into the camera as if he's indoctrinating the spectator. It doesn't work though, since the viewer is too smart to take this bad film seriously, while his son has no time to take in all his lessons anyway as he's continously running for his life from digital giant baboons, digital giant eagles, digital giant cats and other terrors of poorly rendered digital environments until he reaches the tail section – which looks like a few pieces of plastic covered in toilet paper – where he comes to the conclusion there's an Ursa stalking him. Will Kitai defeat the monster, save himself and his father and become a true space ranger? Will his father actually care? Will we? To save you time and money you might otherwise have wasted on this so-called movie, here's the answers: yes, no, no. A predictably happy end cannot be avoided as father and son are reunited, but Cypher still doesn't look like a proud father, and the viewer is simply too concerned with locating the nearest exit to care. Despite the absence of the dreaded plot twist, poor Shyamalan's career seems ever less likely to recover. We can only hope our own future will look nothing like this. That said, I know what the future will hold for this movie: endless hating and being made fun of. But hey, Smith's Afterbirth makes it so easy...