District 9 and the Problem With Movie Reviews in a Digital Age

District 9 Movie Pampelmoose

Music critics have been railing against the blogosphere for a while now. You’ve heard the complaints I’m sure, of how every Tom, Jane and Harry can jump in, and even though they can give a fairly educated personal view about the latest release from their favorite band, the trained and paid journos tell us we have no business getting in their honey jar and spreading the love to all the honey bears for free. Well, turning my attention to movie reviews, what are we to do about movie critics?

As with paid music critics, I have nothing against pro movie critics but as we approach the end of a decidedly digital decade I have to ask – is it necessary to hire one person to give their very personal view of someone else’s art? Someone who is paid to deliver the equivalent of the sermon on the mount about the latest album from U2 for instance? [I link the biblical reference and U2 with the paid critic on purpose because of David Fricke's overly-fawning, puff piece of a 5 star review of their last dull album.]

I really want to be able to instantly receive aggregated information from actual cinema-goers – a practice we know as crowdsourcing; the power of the few, when amassed, reaches many. Meanwhile I can comparison shop amongst critical reviews online. For example, today I read a review of the new movie District 9 in our [Portland, OR] local alternative weekly, The Willamette Week, and was slightly suspicious that the reviewer, Chris Stamm, wasn’t giving me a totally informed and unbiased review; let’s call it a gut check thing, something felt wrong. So I hopped on over to the NY Times movie section and there I found a review from A.O. Scott of District 9 with a completely different tack on the director/writer’s ambitions, one that is at odds with the Willamette Week reviewer’s version.

So there’s nothing earth shattering about two reviewers having differing opinions of a movie, I just think that Metacritic makes way more sense for testing the crowd’s pulse on culture than a single review in a local or national paper can supply. Ironically, Metacritic aggregates its data from just those sources. I want more. I want the community to vote. I want to know what like-minded people prefer. I want to look behind the curtain.

Here’s an example of two different reviews of District 9. Although they veer closely at times, they are intellectually dissimilar; with crowdsourcing I wonder how much the results would veer or align over the long tail of the community’s input?

A Harsh Hello for Visitors From Space
By A. O. SCOTT. New York Times
Published: August 14, 2009
For decades — at least since Orson Welles scared the daylights out of radio listeners with “War of the Worlds” back in 1938 — the public has embraced the terrifying prospect of alien invasion. But what if, notwithstanding the occasional humanist fable like “E.T.,” all those movies and television programs have been inculcating a potentially toxic form of interplanetary prejudice?

“District 9,” a smart, swift new film from the South African director Neill Blomkamp (who now lives in Canada and who wrote the screenplay with Terri Tatchell), raises such a possibility in part by inverting an axiomatic question of the U.F.O. genre. In place of the usual mystery — what are they going to do to us? — this movie poses a different kind of hypothetical puzzle. What would we do to them? The answer, derived from intimate knowledge of how we have treated one another for centuries, is not pretty.

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At its core the film tells the story — hardly an unfamiliar one in the literature of modern South Africa — of how a member of the socially dominant group becomes aware of the injustice that keeps him in his place and the others, his designated inferiors, in theirs. The cost he pays for this knowledge is severe, as it must be, given the dreadful contours of the system. But if the film’s view of the world is bleak, it is not quite nihilistic. It suggests that sometimes the only way to become fully human is to be completely alienated.

The Brain Eaters
District 9’s aliens aren’t very sharp. The director thinks you aren’t, either.
By Chris Stamm. Willamette Week

They didn’t come to make war, but they didn’t necessarily come in peace, either. These beings from beyond didn’t speed through space-time to probe us, or to Hoover our brains for food, or to establish an interstellar federation. The aliens in District 9 simply ran out of gas on the wrong side of the universe, and they only want to go back home, wherever or whenever that is. Marooned in Johannesburg, South Africa, on cruel and xenophobic planet Earth, the so-called “prawns”—a human slur that happens to be pretty accurate—actually have quite a bit in common with the earthlings who’ve shunted them into the filthy slum-city that gives the film its name: technologically advanced enough to skip through the cosmos, but sadly hapless and discombobulated once they lose the map. It is an unfortunate frailty that District 9 itself shares, and that first-time director Neill Blomkamp can’t quite overcome.

In an interview with slashfilm.com, Blomkamp said he wanted to make a film that “didn’t depress the audience and kind of ram a whole lot of ideas down their throat that maybe they didn’t feel like hearing.” Could there be a more disheartening statement of purpose by a young artist, or a more cynical underestimation of an audience’s intelligence? Blomkamp’s admission of needless compromise is especially baffling in light of District 9’s first act, 20 brilliant minutes of faux-documentary dread. It’s not subtle, nor is it half as politically astute as Blomkamp seems to believe, but it is a mini-masterpiece of harrowing and darkly funny filmmaking.

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