Contact 1997 (Directed by Robert Zemeckis)
|McConaughey and Foster in Contact|
I usually adore Jodie Foster, but here she is just a bit too normcore. Her role is pretty thankless. Foster is the goddess-like intergalactic traveller who has nothing to lose and everything to gain because she has no relatives and she does not believe in god. McConaughey is supposed to be her love-interest and finally a reason to return to the earth and to find some kind of meaning beyond science. Unfortunately, there does not seem to be chemistry there. I just see actors who do not connect but act out of duty and the advancement of their Hollywood careers... Despite its massive faults, I had a few moments of pleasure thinking about Vega the star and time traveling. Time slows down in space. I cherish the idea. Maybe that's where I've been hanging.
In space no one can hear you scream, but in the privacy of my own home my neighbours can hear me groan as the credits begin to roll on Robert Zemeckis' Contact. My curiosity regarding Contact was piqued by some commentators comparing Interstellar's main premise about time travel and time slowing down in space, a theme that Contact does cover (albeit briefly). Of course there's the McConaughey factor (another chime with Interstellar), but the less said about Matthew in Contact –and even less said about his hair – the better. I curse my curiosity, because Zemeckis has been responsible for some truly average fair. Of course, his saving grace are the excellent Back To The Future movies and the marvellous Who Framed Roger Rabbit? which are still great. Stop directing after those Robert and you'll always be remembered as a genius. But you had to go and make Death Becomes Her, Forrest Gump and What Lies Beneath. There's been some decent work since. For example, I've had a will to see his last movie Flight, but after the disappointment of this, me and Robert might have to say goodbye.
|A bold step..|
|all filler no killer|