Kevin Costner, Dennis Hopper, Jeanne Tripplehorn, Tina Majorino,
Michael Jeter, Gerard Murphy, R.D. Call
1995, 135 Minutes, Directed by: Kevin Reynolds
I will try
to refrain from any "watery grave" metaphors in this
review, but it will not be easy since this movie is a rather
fishy affair. Er, sorry.
Waterworld starts off promisingly enough in a scene in
which Kevin Costner (as a mutant called the Mariner - bit of a
cold fish, oops!) recycles his own urine to drink again. This is
the stuff science fiction is made of: the minutiae detail of
everyday life in the future. How would people survive in a planet
completely submerged under water after the polar caps have
melted? What would they eat (except for fish, of course)? Where
would they find the necessary materials to build their ships?
What would they drink (or will they all die of too much salt
Alas, few of these questions are answered as Waterworld
progresses. Instead the movie prefers to be little else than
Mad Max on water.
one is left with a bitter taste in the mouth: how could this much
money (Hollywood rumour has it that it boasts one of the most
inflated budgets ever) have been pumped into a project that began
life as a B-grade Roger Corman exploitation pic? Why not have
spent the money on more original material? Or film a well-known
and original sci-fi novel instead? There is something rotten in
the state of Hollywood . . .
effects are spectacular and what one would expect from any
Hollywood big budget production?)