Cast: Tom Cruise, Morgan Freeman, Olga Kurylenko, Andrea
Riseborough, and Melissa Leo
Director: Joseph Kosinski
124 minutes (12) 2013
Widescreen ratio 2.35:1
Universal DVD Region 2
Rating: 7/10 review by Andrew Darlington
As far as
big mainstream post-apocalypse CGI blockbusters go, this is a pretty smart
movie. But not quite as smart as it thinks it is. The central gimmick is the
familiar Philip K. Dick false-memory thing; the everything-you-think-you-know
is a lie syndrome. And Tom Cruise - unhooking his cruise-control mode,
confronts the role with genuine gravitas, to salvage it with some dignity.
Director Joseph Kosinski (ex-Tron: Legacy, 2010) originally envisaged the plot
as a graphic novel, so the visual content is accordingly dramatic.
It’s 14th
March 2077, a half-century since the alien Scavengers destroyed the Moon,
creating global catastrophe. And Jack Harper, Tech-49 (Cruise), flies his
bubble-ship over vast desolations strewn with stranded cargo ships, submarines,
and the land-locked Golden Gate
Bridge. The Lincoln Monument is skewed at 45 degrees to
serve the iconic purpose that the Statue of Liberty did in the original Planet
Of The Apes (1968). And there are some striking perspectives of black
silhouette figures against the amber cloud-scapes of Harper’s airborne Tower, although
the full visual potential of the asteroidal fragments of the shattered Moon is
under-realised, as it’s only fleetingly glimpsed in the corner of the sky.
Co-ordinated
by on-screen Sally (Melissa Leo) aboard the giant wedge-shaped Tet space
fortress, it’s Harper’s task - with his lover-partner Victoria (Andrea
Riseborough), to mop-up stray Scav parties - “we won the war, but lost the
planet,” and to protect the huge Hydro-Rigs that convert seawater into fusion
energy for a new refuge-colony on Titan. But Harper is troubled by
black-and-white memory sequences of New York -
and a girl he met beside the Empire
State Building
viewing platform, before the war, before he was born.
This presents
an obvious paradox, complicated further by his five-year memory-wipe that’s
mandatory because we “can’t have your precious memories falling into the wrong
hands.” Tracking a malfunctioning drone into a sinkhole replete with carpets
and chandeliers, he finds a poetry book, Thomas Babington Macaulay’s narrative
epic Lays Of Ancient Rome (1842), telling how heroic Horatius held the bridge
against the Etruscan army, and ‘how can man die better, than facing fearful
odds, for the ashes of his fathers’. It strikes a chord.
He
squirrels the book away in a slim library at his idyllic lakeside cabin hidden
by the ‘radiation zones’, where he also keeps his stash of vinyl albums - Duran
Duran, Blue Oyster Cult, Exiles On Main Street (1972), and from where the
stylus cues into Ramble On from Led Zeppelin II (1969), blasting out from his
solar-powered turntable. If the Scavs arrived in 2017, this must still be
considered a fashionably retro collection. And maybe the quizzical viewer will
wonder; if such pockets of perfection still exist on Earth, why survivors are
supposedly in the process of migrating to inhospitable Titan - Saturn’s largest
moon and a freezing poisonous world, using the Tet as a staging point? Needless
to stay, gum-chewing Harper wishes to stay here, while Victoria wants to leave by the two-week deadline,
“we’ve done our job. It’s time to go.” She strengthens her argument with sweet
soft-focus aquatic sex in their tower. Does she know more than she lets on?
Straddling
his two-wheel speed-bike, his ‘cool’ Ray-Bans also act as part of his
memory-prompts. But things begin to go seriously off-kilter when a surface beam
triggered by the so-far unseen Scavs directs Harper to the crash-site of NASA
deep-spaceship ‘The Odyssey’. Within the delta-sleep life-pods rescued from the
wreck is Julia (Olga Kurylenko), the girl from his memory-vision, his wife. As
far as big mainstream post-apocalypse CGI blockbusters go, this is a pretty
smart movie. But not quite as smart as it thinks it is. And this is the start
of the everything-you-think-you-know is a lie unravelling. Victoria is predictably hostile – protesting
“we don’t know who she is, or what she is,” before she’s conveniently zapped
and killed in a drone-attack.
“You are
not who you think you are,” Julia tells him. Before they’re promptly captured
by the Scavs, who – beneath their Mad Max style regalia, turn out not to be
alien at all, but human survivors led by a wise Malcolm Beech (Morgan Freeman)
who quotes Lays Of Ancient Rome back at him. Harper uses his Top Gun skills in
aerial dog-fights with rogue drones coded to his DNA and tasked with chasing
him down, with requisite explosions and hazards, he deliberately flies into an
electrical storm to confuse them, and then employs the old
hiding-behind-the-waterfall ploy. There’s a 'Death Star' canyon pursuit, after
which he crash-lands in the rad-wastes to confront - and fight... himself! The
real ‘he’ is identifiable only by the cut on the bridge of his nose. Accessing
Tech-52’s Tower for a med-kit he finds the dead Victoria alive and well.
He takes
Julia to his secret lakeside retreat where the somnolent organ-tones of Procol
Harum’s A Whiter Shade Of Pale unfurl in unexpected juxtaposition, and she
tells him “you always loved this song.” His memory-sequences now come in colour,
telling him that the original crew of ‘The Odyssey’ – including Victoria,
Harper himself and wife Julia, encountered an alien object – the Tet, while en
route for Saturn. The real Sally was the original NASA controller. Taken over,
thousands of cloned and memory-wiped versions of Harper were then programmed to
mop-up – not predatory aliens, but human survivors after the Moon-smash. There
is no Titan colony. The hydro-rigs are sucking the planet dry.
Strike-back
time. In a patchwork of mix-match part-theft part-homage images, there are 2001:
A Space Odyssey (1968) slo-mo spacecraft turning bits. There are Independence
Day (1996) moments as Harper with the delta-sleep pod supposedly containing
Julia approaches the Tet, and even Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1979)
flashbacks as they navigate within the immense structure, with glimpses of
honeycomb-cells of preserved figures. Harper and Victoria clones? It’s as
though sci-fi has become less about conceptual shocks and more concerned with
re-combinations of reassuringly familiar tropes. Until, like Horatius, Harper
holds the bridge alone. Well, except for the subterfuge of Beech, replacing
Julia in the stasis-cabinet. “I created you Jack, I am your god,” protests
Sally. As they trigger the detonation and destroy the ‘object’.
Three
years later, Julia enjoys a hippie back-to-nature lifestyle with Harper’s
daughter in the idyllic lakeside cabin, where other survivors gather - joined
of course... by another Jack, the memory-restored Tech-52. You can’t kill Tom
Cruise for long!