Sunday, June 25, 2017

Waterworld (review)

I don't want to take up a lot of your time.  There are too many films and pulp novels which imagine a dark future.  That dark sci fi future explored to the point of formulaic certainty; 1) there will be at least some violence 2) there will be cool new technologies 2) there will be a sleek, sexy minimalist aesthetic.  The sad reality is that Waterworld is more realistic and sobering than normal distopias.  Imagine man-kind scrambling to higher elevations in the last days of land-earth: backstabbing goons with the strongest wills to survive the melting polar ice caps and creative engineers capable of fashioning useful contraptions out of reusable parts are selected by lose evolutionary principles to escape onto barges.  That's what would happen, if you are willing to accept Reynold's and Kostner's vision, most certainly.  The action format is a welcomed update from Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome.  The direction is incredible for that none of Waterworld's principle characters look particularly happy or comfortable in it - more of what you would actually expect in a real future in which planet earth is consumed by water.  The dialogue between Kostner and Tripplehorn is appropriately awkward, and Hopper's charisma over the Smoker gang reminds you of eating dead barnacles for supper with a sh*t-eating grin on your face.  Five Stars for that one.  Life is not going to get easier, actually, what if the men and women capable of surviving in a near-distant future retain features more closely resembling cave-men, and are forced to be tougher than you could ever possibly imagine?  That would be a cool Hollywood action-adventure sequence that is totally worth 2 hours of your time, 20 years after its initial box-office release, or whenever.  

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