It's Sci-Fi, Not Porn, Maybe
By Steven Lloyd Wilson | Trailers | January 18, 2011 | Comments ()
So I hear there’s a fantastic new indie sci-fi film about to hit the indie circuit. It’s being touted as 2001 meets Moon meets Blow Your Fucking Mind 2: It’s Totally Deep Yo. It’s called Love. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find an appropriate header image with that as the title? Sure I could have swiped the header off of the news site I read it on, but that’s cheating. Stealing from one source is plagiarism, stealing from two is reporting. I could have looked on the official site of the movie, but then you always end up in some terrible Flash interface, and if there’s anything a computer nerd can’t stand, it’s doing things the easy way with a terrible interface.
In any case, “Love” on Google image search? Disaster. It took ten minutes to find an image that has anything to do with the movie. Normally it takes two. That’s eight minutes of novel reading that needs shuffled around in the schedule now. It was terrible. Not because it deteriorated into the typical Google image search disaster of unrelated porn (or even related porn, that’s incest and it’s illegal), but because of something much much worse.
“Love”, “Love movie,” “Love movie trailer.” It all leads back to pictures of Julia Roberts getting her entitled spiritual grazing on. Speaking of which, wouldn’t Eat, Prey, Love make a great title for a movie about the Reavers?
In any case, that’s a real header logo up above, though I have no idea what’s with the funny letters. I think the “O” might be trying to have relations with the “V.”
The first thing you will learn about Love from the trailer is that it is an “Official Selection of the Santa Barbara Film Festival,” which I know is the first thing I look for in entertainment. The second thing is that while the trailer shows absolutely not the slightest thing about what the movie is about, it looks fantastic.
Space station, Civil War battle field, nukes popping cities, ominous pronouncements. This is a case study in nonsensical awesome.
“Does it bother you that we aren’t real?” By the time it gets to that point, I’m ready to see this thing. Sort of like how early Matrix trailers really left you without the slightest clue what the movie was about, but convinced you that you really freaking wanted to find out.
Then I read this plot summary:
After losing contact with Earth, Astronaut LEE MILLER becomes stranded in orbit alone aboard the International Space Station. As time passes and life support systems dwindle, Lee battles to maintain his sanity - and simply stay alive. His world is a claustrophobic and lonely existence, until he makes a strange discovery aboard the ship. Driven by the powerful music of ANGELS and AIRWAVES, LOVE explores the fundamental human need for connection and the limitless power of hope… A high-impact visual adventure, that resonates a common truth, that everyone has a story to tell and something even greater to leave behind.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait, cut, cut.
That makes it sound like nothing more than an extended music video that takes itself so seriously that its self importance has collapsed under its own weight, becoming a singularity of smugness so intense that not even irony can escape its gravitational field. Santa Barbara Film Festival, why have you forsaken me?
(source: SlashFilm)
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