Moon explores the very
heart of science-fiction through the most quintessential themes,
many of which mirror possible realistic futures, straying away from
the more outlandish subjects. There are no aliens or heavily armed
spaceships, no time travel, warp drive, black holes, or dwarfish,
wizened green men who tutor in ancient sorcerer’s ways. Instead,
the ideas of isolation, loneliness, the value of human life, productivity,
solutions to global energy crises, artificial intelligence, and
cold corporate business practices are examined. While materially
futuristic, the setting is one of the key elements that make Moon
pure science-fiction.
It’s hard not to make comparisons to Silent Running (a
solitary man strikes up conversations with his plants while watering
them) and 2001: A Space Odyssey (Kevin Spacey’s calmly eerie
voice all but duplicates HAL 9000), along with several other less
notable precursor sci-fi films. Sam Rockwell steals the show,
and considering he’s practically the only cast member, it’s
a good thing he’s such a likeable, believable actor. Accompanying
his performance is pleasantly foreboding music that perfectly
sets the mood, masterfully placed throughout the most spellbinding
moments by composer Clint Mansell.
Moon is one of those films that rely heavily on a shocking discovery
by the only main character, which can’t be discussed in
detail without spoiling considerable realizations. While mulling
over hallucinations and a mysterious doppelganger, Sam is slow
to interrogate and doesn’t overreact like he ought to. His
reactions are generally not inquisitive enough. It’s an
effort to draw out the plot in the form of a terrifying conspiracy,
but the result delays answers to the hundreds of questions forming
in the audience’s minds – some are sated but others
are left open-ended. In the end, Moon engagingly sets a bleak,
scarily inhumane atmosphere that is interesting but not spectacular.
- The Massie Twins
I still remember Sam Rockwell from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles... I used to obsess so over that movie for years. Until my Uncle Jerry Cox stole it. He says it wasn't him, but strongly expect it was. I confronted him after he was yelling "Turtle Power!" every time he would throw things into the shopping cart at the dollar store last summer. I will never forgive him.