Feb 8, 2012

Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace (1999): C-

What does it mean to be a fan? The question begs asking when one is considering something known for testing the very essence of the term, and if the cultural tsunami that was the anticipation and eventual reaction towards The Phantom Menace doesn’t count, nothing does. The line that separates yours truly from the kind of people seen here lies far, far away, yet despite such potentially embarrassing associations, I consider myself very much a fan of George Lucas’s decades-spanning space opera, warts and all, and in the interest of full disclosure, know that I enjoyed the exceedingly hyped The Phantom Menace quite a bit as a youngling (it was my first big-screen experience with the series, and I saw it three times), up until as recently as five years ago.

To which I can now only remark at how time chases these things away. What once seemed worth eager defense now rings with a hollow thud, and revisiting the film recently, the most astonishing thing I discovered was how little I found myself able to care about a lick of plot or character or drama or story or the like. To be clear, I don’t consider it anything like a death knell of cinema, but rather, an achievement of misplaced priorities, the best example of what critic (and modest Star Wars fan) Matt Zoller Seitz described as Lucas’s relative filmmaking abilities to one who can levitate entire cities without yet mastering the basic functions of a knife and fork. As an act of obsessive world creation, of unwavering confidence in what basically amounts to a very silly story, and of visionary purity, it’s among the best of its kind. As a story about characters and conflicts worth our empathy or concern, it’s virtually without a pulse.

The temptation exists to place the majority of the blame on the cast, or perhaps more specifically, Lucas’s well-documented difficulty in directing them. Sure, these performances are as broad and gee-whiz as those of the first trilogy (okay, maybe less so on the latter point, but that’s what they’re going for), but gone is the essential spark that gave those films a recognizably human element. Several performances, particularly Liam Neeson’s and those of some CGI characters, hit the right balance of seriousness and playfulness, but a few weak links are enough to break the chain, and too many of the key players never instill their roles with the necessary conviction to keep things afloat. They seem not to believe, so why should we?

That alone might have been enough to sink this ship, but perhaps even more damaging is how this script’s domino chain of events unravels in such a deliberately doled-out fashion; whatever interest might have otherwise accrued is almost completely obliterated through sheer lack of storytelling rhythm. No surprise, then, when six years later during interviews for Revenge of the Sith, Lucas confessed to padding out the scripts for episodes one and two, originally having less than sufficient material to make them feature length. You may recall that whole assembly line setpiece from Attack of the Clones, which felt even more arbitrary and needless than the racing centerpiece of this, its predecessor. Stir the pot too long, and your recipe starts to burn.

Lacking much in the way of a dramatic hook, then, The Phantom Menace becomes a film admirable only from a certain distance, and certainly, hermetically sealed emotions notwithstanding, it’s an excellent execution of a certain kind of rigid film theory, if one that’s perhaps a bit oblivious to the clashing tones inherent in a highly youth-oriented adventure whose story is propelled by interstellar political conflicts over the taxation of trade routes. The earlier films operated as broad allegory, and while The Phantom Menace is downright ballsy in laying out a more serious, politically minded groundwork, it mistakes exposition for depth and loses sight of the audience. Even the most tolerant of fans had to give pause when Lucas began to mistake his creation for an episode of Masterpiece Theater.

Some of the least visceral sequences of the film – particularly the much-maligned Senate debate scenes – actually hold the most appeal for me; it’s new material (as opposed to a more recognizable preparation for events yet to come that we already know about), and through them, Lucas is already asking some serious questions about justice and freedom, which would manifest more explicitly, and meaningfully, in later episodes. The larger majority of this story, then, falls into place with the thud of joyless obligation, as if it were being choked to death on the solemn reverence that manages to coexist with the race of the Gungans, references to The Three Stooges and Buster Keaton, and poop jokes. The Phantom Menace’s fleeting pleasures aren’t even table scraps to my inner child.

3 comments:

  1. so you did love the film as a child? good.
    i will take my 8 yr old to see the film before he becomes an adult and expects too much.
    it is and will always be a popcorn film.
    this movie by any other filmmaker would be praised.
    i thought this review would have more about the 3D and less about a story and film we all know already. if i wanted a review of the story,acting and directing i could have read them from 1999.

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  2. "this movie by any other filmmaker would be praised."

    I think there's perhaps some truth to this statement. Okay, The Phantom Menace is seriously flawed, but I think the level of hatred this movie has inspired is ludicrous. Rob, you're review certainly seems far more even-handed than many, which often brand this film like it's some black hole for any kind of basic entertainment value. But I've often wondered how people can despise this movie so much, and then go on to praise similarly dumbed down films like Abrams' Star Trek, Cameron's Avatar, and Nolan's Inception, to name only three. Most big budget blockbusters are exercises in talking down to the audience accompanied by big shiny special effects. The only reason I can imagine that Episode I is regarded as being so much worse is because no movie I can think of has had the level of hype and anticipation that it had. I can imagine people being a lot kinder to this movie had there simply been no Star Wars - not to mention the level of overpraise and nostalgia it generated - before it.

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  3. As someone who grew up on the original Star Wars trilogy, I was 9 when the first movie came out, the mistake Lucas made was in not turning over the material to another director as he did with Empire and Return. Furthermore, I remember leaving the theater with my best friend, a die-hard Star Wars fan, and our wives. All of us came to the conclusion that Phantom was one of the most blatantly racist movies we'd ever seen. Nevertheless, Phantom was better than Attack of Clones - what with the stilted "romantic" dialogue seemingly taken straight from a bigger-budget porno. Let's face it, Lucas crapped the bed with these movies. And, yes Rob, he officially lost his Jedi marbles with the ridiculously bad KOTCS. Then again, all these movies made a potful of money. So, what does it really matter?

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