The Pod People Film Festival: The Invasion

The Pod People Film Festival

Wel­come to The Pod Peo­ple Film Fes­ti­val, The Dork Report’s third mini movie ret­ro­spec­tive. After catch­ing up with Rid­ley Scott and George A. Romero, we now take a look at four adap­ta­tions of Jack Finney’s novel The Body Snatch­ers, plus one unof­fi­cial homage / satire.

  1. Inva­sion of the Body Snatch­ers (1956)
  2. Inva­sion of the Body Snatch­ers (1978)
  3. Body Snatch­ers (1993)
  4. The Fac­ulty (1998)
  5. The Inva­sion (2007)

The Invasion movie poster

 

Nicole Kid­man must be one of the unluck­i­est stars in Hol­ly­wood, hav­ing recently starred in at least two big-budget cat­a­stro­phes. Frank Oz’ The Step­ford Wives (2004) was sab­o­taged by cast mem­bers drop­ping out, exten­sive reshoots, and com­pet­ing script revi­sions that left sig­nif­i­cant log­i­cal plot holes in the fin­ished film. Sim­i­larly, Inva­sion is best described as quite sim­ply a bro­ken movie. One full year after the com­ple­tion of prin­ci­pal pho­tog­ra­phy under direc­tor Oliver Hirsch­biegel (Down­fall), pro­ducer Joel Sil­ver con­tracted Andy and Larry Wachowski (The Matrix, Speed Racer — read The Dork Report review) to write new scenes to be directed by their pro­tégé James McTeigue (V for Vendetta — read The Dork Report review). Warner Bros. expended $10 mil­lion on 17 extra days of shoot­ing in an attempt to reshape what was report­edly a more inter­nal, psy­cho­log­i­cal sus­pense piece into more com­mer­cial thriller.

Nicole Kidman in The InvasionDo you ever get the feel­ing that you’re in a ter­ri­ble movie…?

After a brief, promis­ing open­ing scene (a flash-forward, we later learn, to a world almost fallen to an alien attack), Inva­sion quickly descends into full-on sci-fi action cliché. A space shut­tle dis­in­te­grates on re-entry, car­ry­ing a pay­load of vir­u­lent spores bent on world dom­i­na­tion. After the real-life loss of the crews of the shut­tles Chal­lenger (1986) and Colum­bia (2003), this spec­tac­u­lar spe­cial effects sequence is about as taste­ful as watch­ing CGI sky­scrap­ers crumble.

One of the Wachowski’s late addi­tions was a ridicu­lously long car chase through the streets of Wash­ing­ton DC (filmed in Bal­ti­more), with psy­chi­a­trist Carol (Kid­man) behind the wheel of a lit­er­ally burn­ing Mus­tang. It’s beyond implau­si­ble that a shrink would have the dri­ving skills of a modern-day Bul­let (Steve McQueen) or Pop­eye O’Doyle (Gene Hack­man in The French Con­nec­tion). In fact, Kid­man dam­aged more than her career: she broke sev­eral ribs dur­ing an acci­dent incurred while shoot­ing the sequence.

The biggest prob­lem is not the clum­sily grafted-on action spec­ta­cle but the choppy screen­play. It’s painfully obvi­ous to spot the seams between Dave Kajganich’s orig­i­nal script, which one can infer would have made for a more sub­tle hor­ror story about an alien inva­sion accom­plished with­out bul­lets or the explod­ing of infra­struc­ture, and The Wachowski Broth­ers’ reduc­tion to the low­est com­mon denom­i­na­tor. The movie is at its best when Carol senses the sub­tle changes of her city’s daily rou­tine as the inva­sion spreads. It’s also inter­est­ing as she encoun­ters other unin­fected sur­vivors that have learned to hide in plain sight. Veron­ica Cartwright, who appeared in Philip Kaufman’s 1978 ver­sion, appears as one of Carol’s patients who is appar­ently nat­u­rally immune. She coun­sels her to pre­tend to be a Step­ford Wife in order to avoid detec­tion by the dis­pas­sion­ate alien intel­li­gences that have taken over most of the pop­u­la­tion. But these moody sequences are all too brief in-between the car chases and explosions.

Nicole Kidman in The Invasion“Our world is a bet­ter world”

A huge chunk feels miss­ing from the mid­dle; the sec­ond act should be a slow dis­cov­ery of the details of the inva­sion and a grad­ual esca­la­tion of the con­flict. But Carol and her doc­tor para­mour Ben (Daniel Craig) leap to the accu­rate con­clu­sion of an alien inva­sion based on only a few observed cases of mild weird­ness around them, clear­ing the rest of the movie’s run­ning time for a series of chase sequences. Worst of all is yet another crim­i­nal mis­use of poor Jef­frey Wright (reunited with 007 co-star Daniel Craig), a bril­liant actor sad­dled with most of the script’s laugh­able tech­nob­a­b­ble that leaves no room to the imag­i­na­tion (the orig­i­nal 1956 Inva­sion of the Body Snatch­ers was arguably not spe­cific enough, but the 1978 ver­sion found just the right level of gory detail with­out get­ting bogged down in tedious pseudoscience).

Jack Finney’s clas­sic sci-fi novel The Body Snatch­ers has been adapted over and over into movies that illu­mi­nate the con­cerns of the times. Don Siegel’s 1956 orig­i­nal was a thinly-veiled cri­tique of McCarthy­ism. Philip Kaufman’s 1978 remake also made sense in a post-Vietnam and Water­gate era. Abel Fer­rara applied the metaphor to blind obe­di­ence and con­for­mity in the mil­i­tary in his 1993 Body Snatch­ers. Robert Rodríguez found the most per­fect set­ting yet, as he sat­i­rized teen peer pres­sure in high school in The Fac­ulty (1998). What does the oft-told Body Snatch­ers tale mean today? Inva­sion is the fourth ver­sion of novel, and the sec­ond to ditch the notion of replace­ment bod­ies. As in The Fac­ulty: the aliens are puppetmaster-like par­a­sites that take over human bod­ies with­out per­ma­nently harm­ing them. Inva­sion makes a fleet­ing ref­er­ence to other nations pub­licly com­bat­ing the alien insur­gents. The US is the only one to hide behind a cover story that has the oppo­site intended effect, only fur­ther enabling the inva­sion to suc­ceed. Inva­sion might have been a bet­ter film if it had focused more on this glim­mer of polit­i­cal satire than on Shut­tle dis­as­ters and burn­ing Mustangs.


Offi­cial movie site: http://theinvasionmovie.warnerbros.com/

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Australia

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Strictly speak­ing, Baz Luhrmann has made only one musi­cal, the Dork Report guilty plea­sure Moulin Rouge (2001). But, last seen direct­ing Puccini’s opera La Bohème on Broad­way, he can’t seem to resist the genre. Strictly Ball­room (1992), Romeo + Juliet (1996), and now Aus­tralia all incor­po­rate key ele­ments of the musi­cal: exag­ger­ated emot­ing, spec­ta­cle, and espe­cially, songs. Aus­tralia directly quotes whole num­bers from The Wiz­ard of Oz, but is actu­ally bet­ter described not as Luhrmann’s Oz but as his Gone With the Wind. Which is to say, its an over­long cos­tume drama faintly con­de­scend­ing towards its non-white char­ac­ters and pre­oc­cu­pied with the epic spec­ta­cle of cities burn­ing dur­ing wartime.

Australia’s biggest flaw is struc­tural, being essen­tially two dis­crete movies fea­tur­ing the same char­ac­ters. Imag­ine a dou­ble fea­ture of a movie and its sequel, smashed together into one. The first half con­cerns the Aus­tralian mar­ket for cat­tle needed to sup­port the Allies’ war effort. Eng­lish­woman Lady Ash­ley (Nicole Kid­man — a native Aussie who even here has to affect a false accent) owns a small ranch in the out­back, and believes her absent hus­band is cheat­ing on her. She trav­els down under to sell the land in order to pay down debt, but also to rid her hus­band of what she imag­ines to be his adul­ter­ous refuge. There, she learns he has been mur­dered by the monop­o­liz­ing “King” Carney’s (Bryan Brown) hench­man Neil Fletcher (David Wen­ham, Faramir in Lord of the Rings).

Nicole Kidman in AustraliaBlast it! This war is a spot of bother.

She meets the hunky Drover (Hugh Jack­man), a man whose name is his job, whose job is his name, and the sort of fic­tional Aus­tralian that actu­ally says “Crikey” (q.v. Croc­o­dile Dundee). Audi­ence mem­bers inter­ested in the beef­cake fac­tor will be delighted to see Jack­man has built up his body to a size even big­ger than for the Cana­dian mutant super­hero Wolver­ine in three (soon to be four) X-Men films (although the neck-to-head ratio threat­ens to tip over into freak­ish ter­ri­tory). Lady Ash­ley also befriends the film’s nar­ra­tor, the young “half-caste” boy Nul­lah (Bran­don Wal­ters, so extra­or­di­nar­ily androg­y­nous that I had to keep remind­ing myself he was not a girl). Nul­lah spent most of the movie thor­oughly annoy­ing the hell out of me as he shouts out the name “Drover! Yay Drover! Drover, Drover, Drover, yay!” over and over and over again. Ugh.

Nullah’s grand­fa­ther, a mys­ti­cal Abo­rig­i­nal known as King George (David Gulpilil), has been framed for Lord Ashley’s mur­der. He watches over Nul­lah from afar, and encour­ages him to become a sto­ry­teller. The fact that we are being told this story by a lit­tle boy to some degree explains and excuses the cast’s hammy mug­ging (most espe­cially by Kid­man, of whom I am swiftly tir­ing, although I was never really a hater) and how, on the whole, every­one seems to take death pretty well. After los­ing Lady Ashley’s hus­band and Nullah’s mother, our gang of heroes is only really upset by the death of Kipling Flynn (Jack Thomp­son), an alco­holic col­lab­o­rat­ing with Car­ney. They are moved per­haps because he is given a chance to redeem him­self right in front of them (as opposed to, say, an inno­cent per­son dying offscreen).

Hugh Jackman in AustraliaCrikey! Get along, lit­tle wallabies!

Lady Ashely finds she can make more money by tend­ing the ranch and sell­ing its cat­tle. Not to men­tion to effect a tri­fold moral vic­tory: aveng­ing her husband’s mur­der, beat­ing the local monop­oly, and right­ing a whole host of injus­tices made against the lit­tle boy. Nullah’s white father sex­u­ally exploited and mur­dered his mother, and if that weren’t trou­ble enough, the state wishes to abduct her and “breed the black out of her.” Such was offi­cial Aus­tralian pol­icy until the 1970s; for a much bet­ter film along these themes see Phillip Noyce’s hugely affect­ing Rab­bit Proof Fence (2002).

All this fuss and to-do is largely resolved and winds down about 1 hour and forty min­utes in, the length of a typ­i­cal movie. But Aus­tralia is no typ­i­cal movie, and has about another hour and half to go. The happy sur­ro­gate fam­ily liv­ing together on the ranch must work itself all the way back up into an all-new con­flict: the return of the vil­lain­ous Fletcher for his revenge. The tur­moil of World War II is reduced to an arbi­trary incon­ve­nience to the char­ac­ters as they fight to restore their new makeshift family.

The movie is full of not-always-convincing computer-generated spec­ta­cle like cat­tle stam­pedes and Japan­ese kamikaze attacks. But one fleet­ing lit­tle shot caught my eye and reminded me why I like Luhrmann so much. Watch for a brief moment as a vel­vet cur­tain drops, and Luhrmann invis­i­bly cuts to the reverse angle. Classy and cool.


Offi­cial movie site: www.AustraliaMovie.com

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Margot at the Wedding

Margot at the Wedding movie poster

 

I very much loved writer/director Noah Baumbach’s pre­vi­ous film The Squid and The Whale, blessed with an excel­lent script and superb per­for­mances all around (espe­cially by the under­rated Jeff Daniels — heart­break­ing in Pleas­antville and human­iz­ing no less an icon than George Wash­ing­ton in The Cross­ing).

Mar­got at the Wed­ding fea­tures another dys­func­tional fam­ily, but so spec­tac­u­larly so that the char­ac­ters didn’t seem rec­og­niz­ably human to me. I don’t think the prob­lem is as sim­ple as merely iden­ti­fy­ing with the par­tic­u­lars of their lives (abu­sive father, celebrity lifestyle, etc.), for I also had lit­tle in com­mon with the fam­ily in The Squid and The Whale.

Nicole Kidman and Jennifer Jason Leigh in Margot at the WeddingIt’s like DePalma’s Sis­ters meets Allen’s Interiors

Mar­got (Nicole Kid­man) brings her son to her fam­ily home for her sister’s Pauline (Jen­nifer Jason Leigh) wed­ding to layabout Mal­colm (Jack Black). Pauline is the sole fam­ily mem­ber inse­cure Mar­got can phys­i­cally face, which she can only man­age through pas­sive aggres­sive games assert­ing her supe­ri­or­ity. We barely glimpse a third sis­ter and their mother, from whom Mar­got lit­er­ally flees. They feud with the strangely sav­age neigh­bors, pro­vid­ing yet another set of char­ac­ters for Mar­got to look down upon.

Jennifer Jason Leigh and Jack Black in Margot at the WeddingUnlikely Jack Black Roman­tic Pair­ing (no. 845 in a series)

Margot’s (Nicole Kid­man) favorite pas­time is arm­chair psy­cho­analy­sis cou­pled with a kind of inverse hypochon­dria. Obsessed with detect­ing symp­toms of men­tal ill­ness in every­one around her (the irony being that she’s often cor­rect), she fails to diag­nose her­self. She’s a fic­tion writer whose work bears more than a pass­ing resem­blance to her family’s his­tory. Margot’s fail­ure of the imag­i­na­tion amounts to a kind of theft, and is a cen­tral theme of the movie. “How much of your work is auto­bi­o­graph­i­cal?” is no doubt a cut­ting ques­tion nearly every writer (includ­ing Noah Baum­bach) hears at least once a day. Margot’s lover Dick (Cia­rán Hinds) even uses it as a weapon to pub­licly attack her. It is cruel, but in her case, accurate.


Offi­cial movie site: www.margotatthewedding.com

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