Aliens. Self-indulgent, self-importantce. So much violin music. So, so much violin music.
BQB here with a review of the Oscar nominated, Arrival.
At the outset, it’s a great first contact film. Alien vessels have appeared at different points around the world and linguist Louise Banks (Amy Adams) and scientist Ian Donnelly (Jeremy Renner) have been selected to communicate with the aliens in one craft located in Montana.
A lot of issues that would be likely to occur in a first alien meeting are explored. The aliens don’t understand the humans and vice versa. There are concerns that the aliens might be up to no good. People get scared of the aliens. People worry about alien diseases. People go nuts and cause chaos over alien fears and so on.
The film is clearly in love with itself as every moment is presented as very important, leading up to an ending that is pulled out of its own ass. If you’re a prospective writer who has ever shelved an idea for being too far fetched, get ready to dust it off with the knowledge that this film was nominated for an Oscar for best picture.
And yet, I’m not ragging on it. Since Interstellar, I have appreciated Hollywood’s newfound interest in exploring space in a serious manner, tackling conceivable issues that might arise as mankind seeks out answers regarding what lies beyond Earth.