Here is a movie that has its finger directly pinpointed on the human condition. So much so, that half the characters aren't even human beings. Its amazing how much about ourselves is reflected back through these fugly, fugly aliens.
These aliens. I think we should pause for a moment to remember the lesser sophisticated aliens of decades past. Because once people get a taste for these perfectly rendered special effects, there will be no going back to the likes of Yoda or even Cloverfield. These Prawns, pretty darn realistic. Golem-type realistic.
I think the critical-film-goer will love District 9. With literary references galore (this film reminds me of Kafka's Metamorphosis mashed up with Descarte's Leviathan) the script is the strongest element to this film. Most action flicks have the characters talking about their next moves non-stop, but District 9 takes the time to build character, suspense, relationships.
However, this film is brutally, brutally violent. It shows bodies exploding from every angle imaginable. Plus, as if that weren't enough, there is some surprising psychological violence too. The theatre I saw it in had hundreds of people gasping every few minutes. And not always at the blood and guts.
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