Parnassus and Moon

by phill

Peace on Moon, Good Will Towards Moonmen
Creative Commons License photo credit: zachstern

Movies are not

usually my preferred form of going out. It’s not that I don’t like movies, I just have pretty specific tastes and a lot of movies don’t really appeal to them (same deal with tee-vee). However, my friend Zak has recently converted our entire group into Luna*-loving cinema-goers, so I’ve been hitting the silver screen a little more frequently than usual.

Last week we went and saw Moon, a relatively hard sci-fi directed by Douglas Jones (of ex-Zowie Bowie fame). It stars Same Rockwell whom I’ve loved ever since I saw him in Confessions of a Dangerous Mind. I fucking loved this movie. They give you the background in a neat parcel in the credits, explaining that the ultra-rare Helium-3 is stored in the rocks of the Moon and the harvesting of these rocks provides Earth with unlimited energy. It’s simple, it’s effective and we have the context for the human drama that unfolds as a result. This is exactly how sci-fi should be. Sam Rockwell plays Sam Wells, who is approaching his third and final year working as contracted manual labour on the Moon harvesting the Helium-3 that Earth so desperately needs. After an accident caused by visions of a young girl, Sam wakes up in the medical area of his base. And it’s from here on in that things start to get interesting. The twists are revealed more as curves, guiding us through the plot points as gently as Kevin Spacey’s voiced robot ally. As Zak pointed out after the film ended, Spacey did an excellent job of voicing the robot, providing just enough variation to have us wonder about its motivations. Unfortunately I can’t say much more without giving away spoilers, so let me urge everyone to go see this so I can rave about how great everything is without feeling bad.

This past weekend we went to see The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. I might as well admit that the only reason I wanted to see this was, yes, because it was Heath’s last film appearance. The film itself was, well, a bit confused. This isn’t exactly surprising given that it’s Terry Gilliam and it’s my opinion that Terry Gilliam has a tendency to want to do everything at once. It was a story of revenge, it was a story of a friendship between old enemies, it was a story of redemption and evil, it was a story of the moral choices that we make, it was a story of unrequited love, it was a story of belief and the temptation of losing wonder in the face of the modern world. Unfortunately it was none of these things particularly strongly, and so I was left feeling a bit disappointed with the overall confused effect of all these different angles. Don’t get me wrong, it was a laugh; the cast did very well, the costumes and set were amazing and Heath’s performance was great. Nevertheless I felt like Gilliam could have used a more ruthless editing process to refine some of the lesser expressed concepts. I also, and I don’t know if this was just me or the audio in the cinema or what, but I found that a lot of the time I couldn’t understand a damn word that the actors were saying. Doctor Parnassus mumbled a heck of a lot; okay he’s drunk most of the time but we still need to know what he’s going on about. Heath similarly has a very broad accent and talks very quickly, leading to some of his lines somehow being lost in translation between English and English. It seemed that everyone’s lines were trying to be just that little too clever. Anyway, like I said it is still an enjoyable film, but I just feel with a bit of refinement it could have been a great film and more of a testament to Heath’s final act.

*For those not in Perth, Luna is a small cinema in Leederville that shows limited release films and foreign language festivals most of the time. You know the place, there’s something like it in every city in the world.

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