Movie Review -- John Carter
According to the Internet (which is never wrong), the movie "John Carter" has been a monumental flop, at least in the US. It cost something like $250 million to make, and has been seen by about 17 people. Well, 18 now, I guess, since I went to see it over the weekend.
The movie is based on one of my all-time favorite books, and has been out for months now. Why did I wait so long to see it? Well, basically because the previews made it look bad. Oh, there was never any doubt that I'd have to see it; it was just a matter of whether I wanted to pay $12...or $2.50.
Yes, movie fans, I can say that it was worth $2.50.
First, let's acknowledge the challenges faced by the filmmakers. The story was written nearly 100 years ago, but since it was set in the 1800s and on Mars (aka "Barsoom"), this is not a problem at all. The tough part is that Edgar Rice Burroughs wrote a whole mess of books about the adventures of Carter and his Barsoomian counterparts, so the screenwriters would have to decide which of the stories to tell within their ~2-hour time limit.
There's also the matter of the 4-armed green Martians (the "Tharks"), the great white apes, the flying boats, and the 6-legged monster guard dog you'd have to create with CG. And then you have to choose an actor with the proper heroic looks, and a beautiful woman capable of playing the "incomparable" Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium.
Those are some rather hefty challenges.
The good news is that they pretty much nailed a good percentage of them. The bad news is that the few misses really hurt the film. But let's start with the positives.
Lynn Collins, who plays Dejah Thoris, has a very pretty face. I had envisioned the character as being a tad more athletic, and wearing more, um, flattering outfits...but overall I'd have to give her a passing grade.
The Tharks—the betusked, 10-ft tall, four-armed green goomers, were almost exactly what I had imagined. With the vocal talents of Willem Dafoe and Thomas Hayden Church, the Tharks seemed appropriately fierce, and though there wasn't much time spent on exploring the intricacies of their nomadic culture, it rang true enough. And the guard "dog", Woola, also met my expectations (except for his unfortunate tendency to defy the laws of physics.)
The Red Martians weren't really red, making John Carter's "whiteness" seem entirely unremarkable. But they had red tattos, so I guess their hearts were in the right place. And I enjoyed the actor who played Kantos Kan, and felt he was also authentic. The city of Helium was well-rendered, and the costuming (other than the aforementioned lack of visible flesh from Dejah Thoris) was just dandy.
The scenes featuring a young Edgard Rice Burroughs were a pleasant surprise; I had thought the filmmakers would cut those sequences for sure. But they worked well. I was also pleasantly surprised to see Bryan Cranston (aka Seinfeld's Tim Whatley) make an appearance. And I'll concede that the changes made to the "cave" sequence didn't really harm my enjoyment of the film.
And there was plenty of action.
I suppose I could complain about the white ape fight, and how it resembled "Attack of the Clones", or how the Thern influence in the conflict between Helium and Zodanga didn't match my memory of the story at all. I'll let those slide. But some of the other stuff did irritate me to the point of complaint: The antigravity flying boats had freakin' wings for some reason. This made absolutely no sense, since their lift and navigation were provided entirely by repellant rays. And the single-person flyers made the exact same sound as Anakin Skywalker's pod racer, which also seems like a stretch.
Throughout the movie, I also had the vague fear that JarJar Binks was going to make an appearance, but thankfully that never happened.
Anyway, I suppose you can nitpick any movie about minor details. The reason Barsoom was dying, for example, was not adequately explained. And folks who had not read the books may have been confused by the sudden language shift since the telepathy concept was so vaguely referenced. The resolution of the conflict between Tars Tarkas and Tal Hajus was just plain wrong, and Carter's elevation to the post of Warlord of Mars should probably have waited for a sequel or two. And what's up with Dejah Thoris being the planet's leading scientist for some inexplicable reason...where did that come from? Sigh. But none of these issues was a fatal problem for the movie.
There were three things that really bugged me. I'd be interested to hear from other fans of the books to see if I'm off base here; but I was most disappointed for these reasons.
- The big one: I didn't like John Carter.
I'm not sure who I'd have chosen to play the role. Robert Downey, Jr. could pull it off, I'm sure...but I think I'd go for somebody like Collin Ferguson. In any case, I'd give him a shave and a haircut; this guy (Taylor Kitsch) comes off like too much of a metrosexual hippie. Perhaps the chicks dig him, but I'm betting he doesn't connect with any of the straight males in the audience. John Carter is supposed to be a man's man...not a cross between Johnny Depp and Fabio. Geez. - The chemistry and tension between Carter and the incomparable Dejah Thoris wasn't as fun as I'd have liked. Part of the appeal of the books is that Carter just blindly does what's right without thinking about it. He's clueless about women, and befuddled by the over-the-top incomparable-ness of the Princess. She's attracted by his studliness, but frustrated by his lack of social insight. The book's description of the awkward byplay between the two is what makes you root so hard for them to get together. In the movie, though, that chemistry and conflict is muddled at best.
- Perhaps this qualifies as merely another nit, but I expected excellence from the swordplay. In the books, John Carter is the best swordsman on two planets, and there are plenty of scenes where his skill and stamina are described in detail. It's all fine that he can wade into a phalanx of bad guys and impart carnage in a flurry of quick edits filled with flying body parts. But there's no class to it. Nothing to admire. John Carter is a heroic and cultured gentleman, not merely a brutish survivor. The movie did not get that point across.
So, did it suck? Well, no. Not completely. Despite my criticisms, I have to say I enjoyed it, and will probably see it again. It's WAY better than the Antonio Sabato travesty that preceded it. But it could be done better. I hope somebody gives it a try.
Anyway, I apologize for boring those of you who don't care a fig about swordfighting on Mars. If you do, though, go ahead and rent this movie when it's available. And if you enjoy reading rousing good stories, then get yourself a copy of Burroughs' "A Princess of Mars", and spend the next several months with the series, absorbing adventures on Barsoom with John Carter and his friends. It's good stuff.
Thanks for dropping by, and have a great day!