I’ve never seen a movie before where the vanity producer (Peter Jackson) came before the studio who put up the money for said vanity producer.
Wait, this movie is supposed to be about apartheid? Director and co-writer Neill Blomkamp is from South Africa and adoring critics can’t stop making the comparison.
It starts in 1982. Mandela didn’t get out until 1990. Apartheid didn’t end until after he did. It’s a real lame simile, since it’s impossible to believe world events would have played out the same with the presence of extraterrestrials.
To be fair, I only saw a half hour of this crap before my wife let me stop it. When I told her it was two hours she she wanted to switch over to something more highbrow… you know, with fart jokes.
She did try to make some case for the film’s approach as a general statement about internment. It’s a dumb movie–no one learned to communicate with the alien language–and who really believes a Nazi-loving nation would really be trusted by world leaders to safeguard extraterrestrials. You can be all nice about it now with Academy Award-winner Charlize Theron and all, but remember, Lethal Weapon 2 attacked a sovereign nation, ridiculed it, to cheering audiences.
Audiences who have gotten stupider in the last twenty years–otherwise they would have hurled tomatoes at the screen, this derivative dreck’s idiotic narrative horrifying them.
District 9 is the stupidest theatrical release I’ve started watching in years.
Directed by Neill Blomkamp; written by Blomkamp and Terri Tatchell; director of photography, Trent Opaloch; edited by Julian Clarke; music by Clinton Shorter; production designer, Philip Ivey; produced by Peter Jackson and Carolynne Cunningham; released by Tri-Star Pictures.
Starring Sharlto Copley (Wikus), David James (Koobus), Jason Cope (Christopher Johnson), Vanessa Haywood (Tania) and Louis Minnaar (Piet Smit).