{"id":1302,"date":"2009-03-21T01:24:34","date_gmt":"2009-03-21T06:24:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/spookyblue.com\/spookyblog\/?p=1302"},"modified":"2010-11-13T02:43:07","modified_gmt":"2010-11-13T07:43:07","slug":"review-of-knowing-nicolas-cage-owes-me-big-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/spookyblue.com\/spookyblog\/review-of-knowing-nicolas-cage-owes-me-big-time","title":{"rendered":"Review of &#8220;Knowing&#8221; &#8211; Nicolas Cage Owes Me Big-time"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/spookyblog\/spblogpix\/2009\/03\/knowing-bla.jpg\" alt=\"Knowing - Too many gravy stains\" title=\"Knowing - Too many gravy stains\" width=\"250\" height=\"296\" align='left' hspace='5' vspace='0'\/><strong>Spoilers ahead&#8230;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Alex Proyas, director of &#8220;The Crow&#8221;, and &#8220;Dark City&#8221;, had to have been swigging cold medicine from a jug while making his latest film &#8220;Knowing&#8221;.  <\/p>\n<p>John Koestler, widowed professor of astro-fizzy-mo-something, is played by Nicolas Cage.  Or Marvin the depressed robot from &#8220;Hitchhiker&#8217;s Guide to the Galaxy&#8221;.  I could never really tell which.  Cage (It really is him, according to the credits) struggles with the meaning of life since the passing of his wife, drinks a lot, and is preoccupied with telling his son Caleb (Chandler Canterbury) to do his homework and go to bed.<\/p>\n<p>Caleb swipes an artifact from a time capsule that was buried in 1959 because &#8220;it might mean something&#8221;.  On it are scribbled apparently random numbers.  Apparently random, that is, to everyone except Cage&#8217;s character who almost immediately deciphers the list which contains the dates of every major disaster for the last 50 years.<!-- more --><\/p>\n<p>The audience is led laboriously along a meandering, but well rehearsed, path populated by dreary throw-away characters you care less about than the rubber-masked background extras in later &#8220;Planet of the Apes&#8221; movies.  It&#8217;s an hour or more into the story and we&#8217;re in the home of the crazy woman who, as a child, wrote out all those numbers that were &#8220;whispered&#8221; to her.  What does she use for wallpaper?  Hundreds of newspaper articles about past disasters.  Closeup of a date.  And another.  Another.  Another.  <strong><em>We get it already!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The final scene:  After everyone you didn&#8217;t care about on earth gets vaporized by a super solar flare, extraterrestrial ice sculptures deposit the children <em>they&#8217;ve<\/em> saved on an obviously alien world (Make sure we see the extra moons in the sky, the alien wavy-worm grass, those extra moons again.  Got it.) Who are <em>they<\/em>?  Why, the &#8220;whisperers&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>But that&#8217;s not really my biggest complaint.  Forget the odd but increasingly predictable mixture of UFOlogy and Christian iconography.  I can even forgive the last minute introduction of Koestler&#8217;s parents so he can confess that he finally believes in an afterlife (I guess), and will have someone to die with.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s my gripe.  &#8220;Knowing&#8221; is like watching a biathlon.  The athlete&#8217;s goal is to shoot as many targets as possible in the shortest time.  Aim.  Fire.  Next target.  In one scene, Cage&#8217;s character slogs through the fiery wreckage of a crashed airliner.  1) Man on fire stumbles by.  2) Look shocked.  3) Make bee-line for the blanket lying beside a second man on fire.  4) Douse flames.  5) Watch people engulfed in explosion.  6) Pull corpse from a shattered window.<\/p>\n<p>Hit your mark, say your line, display emotion R7C4.  Every action is programmatic, a method.  <\/p>\n<p>Proyas focuses on his characters more than action to move the plot, and I suppose that I&#8217;m being overly harsh.  But, like the interviewer who is fixated by a gravy stain on the interviewee&#8217;s shirt, I&#8217;m distracted from the resume.  I <em>like<\/em> sci-fi-end-of-the-world stories.  I also respect a director who doesn&#8217;t rely on CGI to carry the band (cough .. George Lucas .. cough).  Two of the three big &#8220;disaster&#8221; CGI scenes are brutally violent, and the final vaporization of earth&#8217;s surface is very well done.  They add to the story without becoming characters themselves.<\/p>\n<p>A few tears shed by Koestler as he hugs his son for the last time would have gone a long way toward washing away some of the gravy stains, but they weren&#8217;t in the script, weren&#8217;t rehearsed, so they didn&#8217;t make it into the final program.  &#8220;Knowing&#8221; is a weekend rental at best, but follow it up with <a href=\"http:\/\/www.yippersnap.com\/ago.php?n=B0002V7OI8\">&#8220;Deep Impact&#8221;<\/a>, or <a href=\"http:\/\/www.yippersnap.com\/ago.php?n=B00005NG6A\">&#8220;When Worlds Collide&#8221;<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Spoilers ahead&#8230; Alex Proyas, director of &#8220;The Crow&#8221;, and &#8220;Dark City&#8221;, had to have been swigging cold medicine from a jug while making his latest film &#8220;Knowing&#8221;. John Koestler, widowed professor of astro-fizzy-mo-something, is played by Nicolas Cage. Or Marvin the depressed robot from &#8220;Hitchhiker&#8217;s Guide to the Galaxy&#8221;. I could never really tell which. 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