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It's funny how youth and the passage of time can warp your perception of a film's quality. I was in my early 20s when Robert Zemekis' Contact unspooled in theaters, and my memories of it are entirely positive; it was the director's first feature since his Forrest Gump swept the Oscars, based on the acclaimed novel by Pulitzer Prize-winner Carl Sagan, and was praised by critics as a rare example of thoughtful science fiction, a movie that dared ask questions about what exactly existed beyond our horizons. Though audiences were split on a key climactic revelation (more on that later), the film made a mint at the summer box office.
Twelve years later, Contact doesn't quite hold up. It's not that it's a poorly made film; quite the opposite. And it's not that it's a dumb film--not exactly. But it is a movie that thinks it's smarter than it is, so busy signposting its points and mouthpiecing its debates that it becomes a pablum. Oh, and it's got a Matthew McConaughey performance that we all should have heeded as a dire, stern warning.
Jodie Foster heads the A-list cast as Dr. Eleanor "Ellie" Arroway, a driven scientist with the Search for Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence (SETI) program. We see, in Rockwellesque flashbacks, how her interest in what lies beyond the stars was encouraged by her aw-shucks father (David Morse), but her stubborn determination has made her less than popular with her government supervisor, David Drumlin (Tom Skerritt). After her funding is pulled, her cause is picked up by an eccentric billionaire (John Hurt), and she eventually receives what appears to be a signal from another life form.
The revelations of that signal--how they receive it, how it is decoded and interpreted, and what becomes of that data--showcase Zemekis and his crew at their best; the sequence where it is descrambled, with the help of some software and an errant TV set, is indisputably thrilling. The plot turns that follow (the discovery of what the data means, the building of the "transport," and the bumpy road to its use) are all clever, believable, and fascinating. There's no question that the film is structurally sound--it propels from scene to scene smoothly, and our attention never wavers.
But most of what works is (presumably) transposed from Sagan's novel. The screenplay proper, by James V. Hart (Hook, Sahara, Bram Stoker's Dracula) and Michael Goldenberg (Bed of Roses), is kind of terrible. The dialogue is all boilerplate, dull exposition and bland pronouncements. There's nothing to explore in the writing, nothing for the viewer to sink their teeth into--it's all transparent, all surface. The questions of faith and its coexistence with science are compelling, but the discussions of it are, for the most part, dumbed down for the mass audience; at the end of the film, when a senator thunders at Ellie, "Are you really going to tell us that we should take this all... ON FAITH?" it lands with the subtlety of a sledgehammer to the balls.
The romance between Foster's Ellie and the smolderingly charismatic religious figure played by McConaughey is a non-starter, a perfunctory distraction; they've got zero chemistry, and his performance is just awful. This was his first film after his (admittedly impressive) breakthrough in A Time to Kill, and it's got all of the inappropriate grinning, wooden line readings, and general half-assed coasting that we've come to expect from the handsome but empty actor. When he's on screen, you're embarrassed for him; you can't wait for his scenes to end.
Foster may not be stretching much, but she's able to carry Ellie's lingo-heavy dialogue credibly and fill in the blanks of her character admirably (a very young Jena Malone, as the young Ellie, makes for a remarkably effective Foster doppelganger). The rest of the cast is somewhat at the mercy of their flat lines; Tom Skerritt can play this kind of smug authority figure in his sleep, and while he has some good moments, he has a hard time recovering from his opening line ("Now I remember why I took that desk job!"), which sounds like something cut from a lesser Lethal Weapon sequel. James Woods is also basically playing the "James Woods role," but what the hell, nobody does it better than he does.
Poor Angela Bassett doesn't get much to do, aside from frowning a lot and intoning lines like "What does it all mean, doctor?" John Hurt's role, though brief, is the showiest and presumably the most entertaining; in his second scene, he scores the best line in the movie (and nails it), though even he can't sell his first appearance, in which he has to do one of those scenes where his character recites another character's entire biography for the benefit of no one (since she knows it) except an audience that is at the mercy of a lazy screenwriter. Most of the remaining roles are paper-thin--the fact that one of Ellie's fellow SETI scientists wears Hawaiian shirts and a pony tail tells you about all you need to know about the level of depth on display. (That guy must be a rebel!)
At the time of the film's release, I remember fiercely defending the controversial reveal at the climax--I won't go into it here, except to say that while I still think it's a fine idea, the scene would play better if it didn't get so bogged down in platitudes. But that sequence at least shows Zemekis and his writers taking a chance, experimenting with a narrative move that would presumably not be a crowd-pleaser. It's a film that could have afforded to take more risks like that one.
This review has turned into a list of all of the things that Contact does wrong, which wasn't my intention--there's a lot that it does right. The filmmaking is near-flawless, particularly the deservedly famous opening shot (which still knocks me out) and the how-did-they-do-that shot involving young Ellie's run to the medicine cabinet. The visual effects are, for the most part, downright stunning. And when it arrives at the climactic launch scene, Zemekis (who, lest we forget due to his recent lack of interest in making movies with flesh-and-blood actors, helmed Roger Rabbit and Romancing the Stone and the Back to the Future trilogy) harnesses a genuinely exciting sense of wonder. The man may have a tin ear for dialogue, but he can sure as hell build a sequence. Those moments of greatness may be the ones that attached themselves to my memory, while the rest of the movie faded away. But the rest of it is there, and it's kind of a mess.THE BLU-RAY DISC:
Warner Brothers' 1080p VC-1 presentation is quite good, sporting a crisp, sharp 2.40:1 image. The high-definition presentation makes some of the digital trickery that inserted then-President Clinton into the narrative significantly more noticeable, and the business with Ellie and the compass in the capsule looks mighty dodgy. But aside from those moments, the visual effects remain impressive and intact. Color temperatures and black levels are aces, and the bright saturation of the Vega sequence is rich and vivid. Eagle-eyed viewers may note fleeting DNR and a moment or two of slight flickering, though nothing to detract from the overall video quality.Audio:
The Dolby TrueHD 5.1 track isn't quite the demo material you might expect; Contact is pretty quiet and talky for a sci-fi picture, though its bursts of aural activity are impressive. One is the immersive, active surround sound of that opening shot--it sucks the viewer right in (thanks in part to a great hard cut in from black and silence). The rumble of the shifting satellite dishes and the sound of that alien communication also perk up the track, while the rotating rings of the transport device are given a nice, heavy boost by the LFE channel. The highlight of the mix is the wormhole sequence that follows, an enveloping scene with audio zipping across all channels. Rear channels are noticeably dim at some other key points, but the track still solid overall.
The 25GB disc also includes French, Dutch, Italian, Spanish, and Portuguese Dolby Digital 5.1 options, as well as a music-only 5.1 track (for those who'd like to have uninterrupted access to composer Alan Silvestri's lukewarm leftovers from his Forrest Gump score) and 13 subtitle options.Extras:
Contact was one of the first standard-def DVDs in my library (thanks to an early Warner Brothers proof-of-purchase promotion), and though they haven't added any new special features for this Blu-ray release, they have ported over the numerous features from that original disc. Most impressive are the disc's three Audio Commentaries, one from actor Jodie Foster, one from director Robert Zemekis and producer Steve Starkey, and one from senior visual effects supervisor Ken Ralston and visual effects supervisor Stephen Rosenbaum. I found Foster's track to be most engaging, as she discusses her approach to the character and recollections of the shoot. Zemekis and Starkey discuss all aspects of production (and fairly entertainingly), while Ralston and Rosenbaum understandably focus on the effects.
That duo also narrates four featurettes: "The Making of the Opening Shot" (20:02), "The Making of the NASA Machine Destruction" (5:52), "The Making of the Harrier Landing" (8:55), and "The High-Speed Compositing Reel" (6:08), all in standard-definition, non-anamorphic letterbox. They aren't traditional featurettes, with clips and talking heads and narration and music; these are more akin to PowerPoint presentations, with the pair narrating montages of quick clips, elements, photos, 3-D animatics, and on-screen text. They're interesting, if a tad dry (and the "Sony Pictures Imageworks" burn-in on the lower right of the screen is irritating).
3-D graphic artist Tim Wilcox narrates the three very brief pieces that follow, which show animated shot and set designs for the "Machine Fly-By" (1:32), "Hadden's Plane" (0:26), and "NASA Control Room" (0:23). Two Trailers are also included: the terse, effective original trailer (1:32) and a slightly expanded second version (2:28).FINAL THOUGHTS:
At the time of its original release, critics that I admire compared Contact to modern classics like Close Encounters of the Third Kind and 2001: A Space Odyssey. Seen clear-eyed, Contact aspires to reach those heights, and fails. There are moments of tremendous power, wonder, and suspense, but there are also reams of terrible dialogue, a heavy-handed attempt at message, and an unnecessary romance with an uninteresting character played by an untalented actor. It's a mixed bag, and those who look back on it fondly might prefer to hang on to those memories than to revisit this problematic picture.
Jason lives in New York. He holds an MA in Cultural Reporting and Criticism from NYU.