"District 9": Damn, It's Good!

After fare like Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen and G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra, you may very well have sworn off going to the movies for the rest of the summer so that you could make your own film titled Hollywood: Fuck You, but, holy crap, people, go see District 9! You've heard the hype, and you've heard even more hype, and I'm here to tell you that it's all true.

The fact that this scrappy (a $30 million budget is scrappy by Hollywood standards) indie sci-fi movie involves creepy-looking alien visitors getting wrangled up and placed in camps by the government in Johannesburg, South Africa—a place well-known for its history of apartheid—gives me enough fodder to yap for days about District 9's clever, surprisingly restrained social and political implications.

But all that is way too heady for this blog. Let me just point out that there is some serious ass-kicking in this movie (it manages to pay homage to and trump Sigourney Weaver's anthropomorphic-forklift fight in Aliens), and it contains perhaps the best special effects I have ever seen. I couldn't believe that what I was seeing wasn't real, it was so real.

Neill Blomkamp and Terri Tatchell's District 9 has a really interesting history (it sprung up after the big-screen adaptation of Halo crashed and burned without getting off the ground) that's decidedly rooted in the non-American film industry, and to see it triumph at the box office is heartening.


  1. We saw it opening day, and holy crap. Everything about this film was amazing especially the origin of its creation.

  2. I loved Christopher Johnson!