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2000 A.D. - ANNUS HORRIBLIS
I take it back: 1999 was sheer brilliance when compared to the dreck sci-fi movie audiences had to endure this past year. Growing up in the 1970s a lot of value was attached to the Year 2000. Back then, before environmental concerns took centre stage, people believed in science, technology and progress. They believed in the future. They thought all kinds of wonderful things could be done. Witness the Concorde, that archetype of 1970s technology - they wanted to make a passenger jet that went fast, very fast. So they did - only later did thoughts as to noise, running costs and pollution enter the equation. Thus environmental concerns eroded our belief in the future. After all, how can one believe in science when that most miraculous of inventions the refrigerator actually gave off CFCs that destroyed the ozone? (Not so impressed by the common household fridge? Then close your eyes right now and imagine how your great grandparents had to do with out one. Or better, imagine that ice cold coca-cola in the fridge; now imagine that you can't have it because you don't have a fridge!)
OK, so I was a kid and I actually believed all that. How were we know to know? How we were to know that things would somehow remain depressingly the same and the main scientific progress would be nothing as dramatic as a manned landing on Mars, but instead we'd have millions of computers throughout the world linked to one another so that we can download dirty pictures or songs by a pappy boy band prepackaged by huge corporate concerns called The Backstreet Boys? Whoever knew? Whoever knew that by the Year 2000 our collective sense of wonder would have died off to such a degree that movie about a Mission to Mars would feature nothing but clichés gathered from other movies? Or that a member of a weird nutcase religious cult would persist in bringing to the big screen a movie based on a book by the deceased founder of said cult, a piece of old-fashioned simple minded space opera that would have been laughed off back in he 1930s when this sort of thing was popular. At least 1999 had one sci-fi classic (The Matrix), one entertaining albeit flawed entry in a popular franchise (The Phantom Menace) and an underrated gem of an animated movie (The Iron Giant). In the Year 2000 we had Battlefield Earth . . . Maybe it is just me, but in the Year 2000 I suffered from a pop culture overload. Besides seeing some of the worst 2000 SF movies in row, I also sat through 1999's dreck that surfaced late unto these shores (such as the insufferable Bicentennial Man for instance). So I simply skipped some movies (such as Supernova) I was supposed to review for this site. I simply couldn't face the idea of sitting through some more bad SF! Like I said in this site's discussion board - I felt like Swedish movies with subtitles, Mahler symphonies and long dissertations on the Russian Revolution. Anything except the likes of Beowulf, Fortress 2 and so forth . . . Because it is with a shock that one realizes that the best SF movies of the past year are actually merely enjoyable as opposed to being good. Thus the classification of movies this year: The Not So Bad . . .
Dramatically it plays like TV's now defunct Millennium show - the serial killer of the week. Visually it seems to have been storyboarded by a committee consisting of Salvador Dali, Damien Hirst and Francis Bacon. Think a dark version of Robin Williams' What Dreams May Come weepy and you might have an idea of what to expect . . .
Predictable plot is saved by not bad production values, interesting cinematography and a star turn performance by Vin Diesel as the baddest of ass anti-heroes since Escape from New York's Snake Plisken . . . The So-So . . .
Not as good as it could have been (Superman - the Movie), but not as bad as it could have been (Batman & Robin, Spawn), this movie adaptation of the long-running superhero Marvel series is rather entertaining and not a bad 90 minutes spent in the dark . . . Titan AE The 6th Day Space Cowboys Frequency The Bad . . .
The movie that makes one cheer for Germany (where Scientology is not considered a religion and is thus banned)! The movie that makes one hiss Quentin Tarrantino for having revived John Travolta's career with Pulp Fiction! The movie that makes one want to go and burn down Warner Bros. who okay-ed this piece of crap! The movie that makes one wants to buy all those copies of L. Ron Hubbard's shitty book and burn them instead of reselling them to the bookshops again like the Scientologists do to make sure that it stays on the best-seller lists! Mission to Mars Hollow Man Bicentennial Man The Unreviewed . . . Supernova What Planet Are
You From? Highlander -
Endgame Red Planet
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