DIRECTED: Andrew Stanton
STARRING: Taylor Kitsch, Lynn Collins, Willem Dafoe
AGE RATING: 12A
I'm not one hundred percent sure that I know what this film is about.
Wikipedia tells me that it's about an American Civil War captain
fighting 12 foot tall aliens in space, to hook up with the Princess of Mars.
Which sounds simple enough, but no, no, no, there is a lot more, too much to
mention without slipping not only into spoiler territory, but into the first
stages of insanity. This film is kind of ridiculous and sky-high levels of
cheesy, but it's entertaining. Its sort of like someone has been granted access
to a child's toy-box and told to make a film using every toy as a prop or
character, but the end product is fun. Playing with kids toys can feel silly
for a while, but once you get into it, it's awesome. John Carter's kind of like
that.
So I can't say that the film lacks narrative creativity – it's almost as
surreal as an episode of The Mighty Boosh to be honest. Although, as an
adaptation of a novel by Edgar Rice Burroughs, I'm not sure how much credit can be given to Stanton for the adapted script.
Because there is so much going on, it makes for an awfully long film (a
whole 2 hours and 12 minutes to be precise) and it drags. I found myself
fidgeting in my seat about half way through and sighing inwardly a little every
time I thought I could see the end in sight. There are a lot of storylines
going on that need to get tied up and there is always another around the corner
getting it's narrative ends ready for knotting just as the last one's been
pulled. Not that the film got boring – maybe a little boring, I guess the whole
mish-mash and absurdity of it all couldn't keep my attention completely, but
only because it went on for so long. If it could have been successfully
condensed, or maybe even if certain less important things could be erased it
would, in my honest opinion, be loads better.
Putting aside the somewhat busy storyline, the film is actually
funny. Language barriers and speedy space canines alleviate a weird tone
brought on the film by what I have to announce as terrible acting. If anything
stinted the film's success, it was probably the acting (not taking into account
how Disney expected to make more than the crazy $250 million that was spent on
this movie, whoa). Lynn Collins in particular made me feel a little
uncomfortable, I'm not going to lie. There was a lot of awkward line delivery
and strange over-acting that made me feel a little squeamish – romantic scenes
were particularly gross. Not that she can take all of the blame for bad acting,
Taylor Kitsch perhaps wasn't the best casting choice for the
bruised-guy-acts-like-he-doesn't-care-but-he-does-have-a-heart-really kind of
role, but maybe he was? He did a lot of squinting and standing without saying
anything or really doing anything when he wasn't jumping really high and
jabbing things with swords.
But it's an action flick at heart and where the action is concerned …
well that's pretty funny too. Watching a swarm of aliens bustling to get a hit
in and catching sight of Carter leaping into the air all over the place, it's
stupid. But entertaining, so it's all good.
Overall, John Carter isn't as bad as the rep it's gotten, I think. It's
silly and fun and nothing to take serious. Like I say, I enjoyed this film and
would probably watch it again, for all it's flaws.
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