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District 9: A Blockbuster of a Small Retro SciFi Flick

District 9 is a throwback of a movie. Yes, there’s lots of explosions, and special effects, neat CGI aliens, and of course the now obligatory giant hovering ship (remember when space ships used to actually land?); but it is in many ways a throwback to the thinking man’s scifi movies of the 50s/60s. It manages to be two movies in one, on one level the big blockbuster you expect, but at the same time it’s a very small personal film.

The main hero/antihero of the movie, isn’t really played up in the trailers, so I was surprised just how much this was a movie about one man. He’s not your usual space cowboy, not a tough space marine or anything you’ve come to expect in this sort of summer blockbuster sci-fi flick. In fact, he’s just this sort of mid-level cubicle bureaucrat, who plows his way through his job with somewhat questionable motives and competence. He’s light years from being the gun-toting, hard as nails, take-no-prisioners iconic Ripley from the Aliens Movie. Yet there’s some odd parallels, right down to a kick-ass body suit that helps our hero/antihero bring down the bad guy and the transformation of an “everyday joe” to a armored protector of family and child. Yet here the roles are reversed, you have the hero fighting off evil humans to protect aliens.

The movie borrows heavily from other movies, though I’d hate to say borrow so much as it uses the language of the genre to help move things along. There’s the alien slum and aliens living uneasily among us (Alien Nation), there’s the menacing hovering giant ship (Independence Day), the human/alien enemy to buddy act (Enemy Mine) and the aforementioned body armor (Aliens). It also borrows heavily from the fake documentary style for a gritty realism and grounding, as well as the home movie shaky camera immediacy of movies like Cloverfield. Surprisingly though, if anything ,these references help us to set up what we expect this movie to be, so that it eventually can take these twists and turns, play off and play with our own expectations, then turn them on their head, and in the end move on to tell it’s own story. Movies always use the language of our collective movie-going experience, I’ve always admired the ones that can do that well.

To it’s credit, it quickly handles the shock and awe of encountering an alien species and fast-forwards 20 years. It sets us how the news cycle and pop culture embraced the aliens, but how quickly they became “prawns” a dehumanizing derogatory term based on their looks, and their foraging habits. It paints just how much people can get used to, where everyone lives in a world where aliens aren’t really news anymore, they’ve been quartered off into a slum – sound familiar? However, there are whole economies at work here as well, criminal as well as this whole government/weapons complex that develops around the aliens and their secrets.

Of course you can’t miss the racial and immigration issues it raises. In many respects the movie is a critique on how we treat those who are not like us, how we “dehumanize” those that are different. I was particularly stuck by how brutal and even monstrous some of the scenes around the evictions were. (After 20 years the aliens are being moved to a more out of the way, more politically-expedient settlement camp. Though we’ve all seen these techniques they use. There’s intimidation through violence, police brutality, prejudice and bigotry, forcing individuals to defend themselves so you can shoot them, even threatening to call child custody to take away children, hiding behind legalities, all these were in people’s playbooks long before the aliens showed up. Just setting it in South Africa reminds us of what’s at stake.

One of the most effective and terrifying scenes in the movie, comes from human against human violence. This shocking and disturbing twist where someone crosses that line to become no longer human but a “specimen” only an object for study for the above mentioned soulless government/weapons complex. This subject is tied to a gurney where he’s being discussed with some excitement and detail about just how he’s about to be sliced and diced for valuable (as in money making) scientific research. You see this one hand keep reaching out for someone that used to be a coworker, friend, and family member, only to realize that no one, even this person, is about to show a drop of humanity. In many ways though this movie is about those sort of turn of events. How people go from being seen one way then another, how people are perceived and defined. At a deeper level though, and to the movies credit, it is also ultimately about how we see ourselves, and are capable of dramatic internal transformations as well. The movie in the end comes down to the battle between being human and inhuman, what motivates us — but in that larger sense that has nothing to do with being from earth. It’s all about how we treat each other and who we are inside.

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Day 4: Poet’s Road Trip: Borderlands and High Desert

 
 

I’d been told earlier about how El Paso was a “unique” situation being such a border town. I didn’t realize just how much that was true until I drove through downtown in the morning light. It’s right there. There’s Mexico. You have El Paso’s high rise downtown district next to its sister city, staring at [...]

D4: Poet’s Recession Road Trip: Arcosanti, Yesterday’s Tomorrow, and Lesbian Theology

There’s an old saying that comes to mind, about how nothing dates faster than one’s vision of the future. That seems true for Arcosanti. Though it manages to feel classic, new, and stuck in the 70s all at the same time. The master plan (there have been many) has a city built on a grand [...]

D3: Poet’s Recession Road Trip: Don Quixote in West Texas

Highway 10 through Texas doesn’t have any of the large oil fields, but you do spot the occasional lone rusty well or sometimes a small cluster. What you do see though are the massive wind farms of Central/West Texas. Driving west the first batch are off in the distance behind hills, you can’t really judge [...]

DAY 3: Poet’s Recession Road Trip: The Texases

El PASO, TX: Texas is a big f’ing state. I’ve just spent one long day traveling across most of it. I got to watch the relative lushness of the Austin Area and it’s oaks, yield over time to scrub, then prairie, then just out right desert. Likewise, the sandstone canyons west of Austin over time, [...]

Day 2: Poet’s Recession Road Trip – Austin, The Promised Land?

STARBUCKS, AUSTIN – After leaving Gonzales, LA hit the road through southern LA and TX, This is a land of bridges, being down in the wetlands and where so many of the great American rivers come to the Gulf (see poem below). I’m reminded of the power of rivers and water, not so much in [...]

Day 1 (Cont’d) The Gulf Coast: Casinos, Katrina, and Space Capsules

New post-Katrina bridge construction on I-10 coming into New Orleans
GONZALES, LOUISIANA – I’ve had to come up wiht a new cover story. In striking up conversations with people, the whole “I’m a writer and blogger” thing has been a conversation killer, people don’t know how to relate. Plus with the scruffy beard stubble, the Andy [...]

DAY 1: Poet’s Recession Road Trip, GA, AL, LA – Riding the Kudzu Wave

  
 
 
 
 
   
 
 
STARBUCKS, MOBILE AL -I got little sleep last night with final technology glitches and coordinating trip details, but my friend Collin was nice enough to pick me up and drop me off at the subway station pretty much at the crack of dawn.
I was surprised to see the main subway station in downtown Atlanta literally [...]

Don’t Cry for Me South Carolina

How fitting that Mark Sanford’s career would now be so tied to a country that gave us one of most famous political divas of all time – Eva Peron.
Below is a found poem, combining the lyrics from “Don’t Cry for Me Argentina” and the Governor’s now famous steamy emails to his latin lover.
The poem starts [...]

Remembering the Fallen – Atlanta Candlelight Vigil for Iran

 
Last night there was a candle light vigil held in Atlanta’s Piedmont Park for those who have fallen in the recent violence in Iran. It’s interesting as an outsider (non-Iranian) to bear witness to the pain and suffering felt by this community. I feel though that as an activist it is important to uphold basic [...]