*½/****
starring Matt Damon, Jodie Foster, Sharlto Copley, Alice Braga
written and directed by Neill Blomkamp
by Walter Chaw Lost in the hue and cry for meaning in film
is the truism that having a message does not necessarily denote meaning. Case
in point, District 9 helmer Neill Blomkamp's left-wing screed Elysium,
which feels, unpleasantly, like having lunch with Sean Penn and all the filthy,
proselytizing, self-martyring glory that implies. It's also like that lunch
Indy forces Willie Scott to eat in Temple of Doom: Mmmm,
condescending! It's unashamedly pushing an agenda, and while it does a better
job of that than Star Trek Into Darkness, it's arguably
more frustrating because so much of it demonstrates a bracing nerd-topia of
tech wonders and genre references. Indeed, Elysium is the closest we've
come to seeing a big-screen adaptation of Ursula K. Leguin's astonishing The
Dispossessed. Which is to say, not very close at all, but there you have
it. A pity, then, that armed with so able an action star as Matt Damon, the
movie finds itself at the end more comfortable in a double-feature with Promised
Land than with The Bourne Identity. Damon's at his best as a hero in
the act of discovering his own potential, see–and absolute bollocks as
political philosopher and activist. Times like these, I think Team America:
World Police was right about him all along.
Damon is Max, a blue-collar schlub pulling a
lever in a blasted, brown 2154 Los Angeles (which looks like 2013 Detroit) on an
Earth-bound dystopia laced with favelas. Ruled by hordes of android cops (and
electric parole officers), the people of Earth are exploited by the denizens of space station
Elysium–a groovy mixture of ideas borrowed from 2001 and Silent
Running where the wealthy have fled to live country-club lives of
swimming pools and speaking French. (The proles on Earth, in the meantime, are
reduced to Spanglish.) Max is mortally injured in an industrial
accident and left for dead by an uncaring corporation, and after getting fitted
with the most underused kick-ass exo-skeleton in the long Asian tradition of
such things, he vows to infiltrate the orbiting Thurston Howell and Lovies
for some instant-healing in a magic medicine box. Arrayed against him are evil thug Kruger (Sharlto Copley) and his boss, Elysium defense secretary
Delacourt (a just-awful Jodie Foster); on Max's side are childhood girlfriend
Frey (Alice Braga) and her cancer-riddled daughter (Emma Tremblay). Yes, in the middle
of this occasionally gory, mostly-unpleasant space opera is an adorable, dying
little girl in need of bwana to save her–and her people–from the Republicans. Oh, and poverty and injustice and stuff.
The first hour or so of the film is pretty
awesome, as Max tries to walk the straight and narrow, shows off his boyish
charm and penchant for dreaming when he runs into Frey by happenstance, and
does something stupid to save his job in the workaday-struggle film I wish this
movie was. Blomkamp's vision of the world after two films is consistent and
compelling, but where District 9's politics hovered there as strong
subtext holding together an innovative and vicious action film, Elysium's
are so strident that they drown out everything else. The medical
miracle boxes are programmed to only work for "citizens" of Elysium–therefore, Max's quest is to ensure that everyone on Earth is considered a "citizen" worthy of the benefits and rights accorded residents of Elysium. There's a scene where illegals are shot down on their way
to "Heaven," with much made of the number of casualties suffered by a
ragtag group of hard-working Spanish workers who just want a country-club
membership. (In childhood flashbacks, it's shown that Max is illiterate while Frey is not (she's bilingual to boot), so who's the migrant scum now,
Arizona?) This means, predictably, that there's an uplifting moment where it's
revealed that now we're all citizens…of the world! And that we're responsible
completely for one another's tired, poor, huddled masses yearning to breathe
free the recycled, terraformed air of our spinning resort town. What Elysium
does best is make the middle section of WALL·E subtle.
Foster, with a distracting accent that
suggests this movie occupies the same universe as After Earth,
delivers a Jack Nicholson/protecting-borders speech lifted entire from A Few
Good Men, snarls, absolutely kills a nifty white pencil-skirt power
suit, and has opportunity to use the phrase "Homeland
Security," in case anyone in the audience didn't notice
the hammer to their temple. Her Delacourt represents government gone wild, driven
mad by the constant threat from below; she's a comic-book, distaff version of
the Vulcan cabinet that led us to devastate a few already-fairly-devastated
Middle Eastern countries–and yet there's still room in Elysium to
attempt to correlate that mutated worldview to the current immigration debate,
leaping internal logic by bounds (how do the baddies even find Frey? How,
exactly, does the central MacGuffin precipitate a desired coup in Elysium?) in
the headlong pursuit of almighty relevance. The unintended off-shoot is that in
scolding the privileged for lacking charity, it also posits that the privileged
are like gods, armed with godlike power, apparent omniscience (the drone debate
trundles back into frame), and requiring of one of their own, Max, in an act of
Promethean sacrifice, to bring metaphorical fire to the savages. The continuum
of racism is charted on a closed circle; this one is wrong for being right.
bummed you didn’t like this. strange how much Blomkamp went on about not wanting to make a “message” or “agenda-driven” movie and yet so many reviews accuse him of that. at the same time, when i read the descriptions of how this film is “heavy-handed” (and, seriously, the critical community seems intent on bludgeoning it into our heads that, yes, Elysium has heavy-handed storytelling–but nearly all blockbusters share that foible, just not all of them have sociopolitical themes in tow), i can’t say i’m theoretically bothered by any of it. i guess i’ll have to see how it plays out for myself. if nothing else, i think i’m ready to appreciate the movie simply on the level of a sci-fi action flick with cool designs and quality technical cred and action that doesn’t feel completely weightless.
I thought District 9 was heavy-handed. I suppose I’m in for a complete bludgeoning from Elysium.
also, i have to wonder how wretched the last 37 minutes or so of the movie must be if “the first hour or so of the film is pretty awesome.” it’s an action movie and from what i’ve read, the last part of the movie is mostly action. is the action that bad?
Well the reason Blomkamp doesn’t think it’s “agenda-driven” is that zealots are blind to their own zealotry. They think the people walking away from them shaking their head are just stupid and/or evil.
yeah, District 9 was very heavy-handed. but i didn’t mind.
so, yeah, i saw this and pretty much loved it. heavy-handed, sure, whatever, but i adored it for what it is: a modern but hard-edged throwback to the early sci-fi actioners of Cameron and Verhoeven with some Ridley Scott aesthetic influence, too, executed with incredible technical aplomb and vision but very little padding. i suppose that as far as sophomore efforts of sci-fi directors go, this is to me as Source Code is to Chaw.
The film’s message needs to be heavy-handed because most people don’t seem to understand that the way things are in this movie is the way society is basically. The people with the power want to keep the power and don’t want to share it. People don’t see that and need to be bludgeoned over the head with it until they understand and start doing something to change it instead of wasting their time trying to keep other downtrodden people down.
The worst part of the movie: shaky cam and hazy action scenes a la Transformers, bad camera shots with extreme closeups of the faces. Jodie Foster should get a razzy for this movie. Also an extremely simplistic ending. Bummer, with another directory of photogaphry and a slight better script this movie could be awesome.
I liked Elysium a lot. It felt like the slightly ADD 21st century remake of Paul Verhoeven’s ROBOCOP, with all it’s corporate brouhaha and on-the-ground grue; and a curious seasoning of Johnny Mnemonic in there, well, just because cyberpunk ain’t dead yet folks.
Yes it’s heavy handed, but have you gone back and watched Soylent Green, ZPG or Silent Running lately? Those movies benefit from the ‘slower paced’ filmmaking as dictated by the filmmaking of their decade, but they are just as earnest and ‘shrill’ if you want to see the that.
Agree with Kyle Roberts. Human civilization is a constant struggle to make sure the gap between the haves and the have nots does not become permanently unbridgeable. It’s a blunt message and treating it with subtly and nuance – as the have’s want it to be treated – defeats the entire purpose of relaying the message in the first place.