Ok,
Rat-Brains. I must open by acknowledging that I have, on occasion,
been accused being cynical every now and then (these accusations are, of course,
totally vicious, entirely outlandishly, wholly libelous, and 100% false.)
HOWEVER, after viewing Battlefield
Earth, I willingly confess to the bout of cynicism
that this movie managed to lower upon me. In fact, if EVER in the history of
ManAnimal-Kind has an occasion to be cynical ever been completely
warranted, it was during and after the viewing of Battlefield
Earth.
Sighhhhhhhhhhhhh ...
Now, I do realize that this ground has
been covered before, but here it goes again. How - just HOW did a group of
cavemen, who just minutes before had been grunting at each other - had
spears in their hands - were fighting over scraps of food - were walking
into panes of glass - were eating golf balls and cold rats - were afraid
of light bulbs - just HOW did they learn to fly the 1000- year-old,
fully-fueled military jet fighters (that were somehow still in perfect
condition) in combat formation in the span of just a few minutes/hours?
(or
even days, if we want to be charitable?) Well, was it the learning
machine? No - it couldn't have been that, because the group of
flying cavemen didn't
casually stroll out of their locked cages at night and into the
top-secret, high-security, Psychlo Learning Machine Room to use the
learning machine at will whenever the fancy struck them the way the
movie's hero, Jonnie Goodboy Tyler, did whenever the fancy struck him..
Were the cavemen just exceptionally
smart? No need to answer that one. Did we just miss something?
No. Not the Movie Club. Not a chance. It takes what - six years
or so for a fully functioning, highly trained 21st century present day
ManAnimal to learn to competently fly a brand-new military combat jet?
Of course, the movie writers did try
to get slick with us on this point - they made it feel like six years had gone
by between the time the movie started and the time the cavemen were
flying the 1000 year-old, fully-fueled military jet fighters (that were somehow still in
perfect condition) in combat formation. But that was just a devious ploy
that proved to be a very lame attempt to get something by us. It
didn't work.
So now what? Is it even worth
discussing the inane noseplugs that were more appropriate for a day at
the beach with Frankie and Annette than for protecting ManAnimals from
Psychlo air, and Psychlos from ManAnimal air? Of
course it is, but, there is a more important problem at hand ....
It was explained to us during the movie that
the ManAnimals had fled to HIGHLY RADIOACTIVE areas to live in order to
keep a safe distance from the dangerous Psychlos after the Pyschlos had
taken over the earth. After all, we all know that radioactivity is
dangerous to Pyschlos, but completely safe for ManAnimals. Right? For
some odd reason, I was under the impression that radioactivity was at
least mildly hazardous to the health of ManAnimals, but hey -
what do I know?
And furthermore, the ManAnimals, in order to
keep their completely safe, radioactive hiding place a secret from the
Psychlos, diligently sent a trumpeter at every sunrise/sunset to the
most visible spot on the face of the earth to loudly announce their
secrecy in a blaring, musical manner. I suppose I could ask where the
cavemen even got the trumpet, or how they knew how to play it, or why
they weren't afraid of it, but why bother.
This movie had many, many, many other improbability,
implausibility, continuity, believability "flaws" that could,
should, and will be dissected in the future. But I need time to recover from
this one, and the threat of a
sequel looms large. Plus, I just still can't get by the caveman-pilot
thing.
C.R.