Sunday, 6 November 2011

Apollo 18, dir. Gonzalo López-Gallego, wr. Timur Bekmambetov, Ron Schmidt, st. Warren Christie, Lloyd Owen, Ryan Robbins

More found-footage space-horror blather with all associated clichés present and accounted for. The idea would have made a passable Outer Limits episode, and bares more than a striking resemblance to the X-Files episode Moon some 18 years ago. There is nothing new here. The sense of isolation, claustrophobia and paranoia have all been done before to greater and subtler effect (think pretty much every John Carpenter film) and eschews character psychology for vanilla scares, all shot on what looks like some hipster photography app for iPhone. (Actually, on a more dorky note, can I just ask why the whole thing's shot at 16:9 widescreen aspect ratio? Aren't they shooting on 4:3 full-frame 8mm in 1973? CONSPIRACY!) Recently (I'm talking about real life now) a team of 6 astronauts emerged from a windowless training capsule at the IBMP in Moscow after a 520 day exercise to simulate a time-accurate mission to Mars; surely a very real and extraordinary and terrifying premise such as that is positively pregnant with potential itself, without having to resort to same laboured, lame-ass, retcon history-re-writing exercise? In space, they say, no one can hear you scream. Well they darn tootin' well heard me next door.