|I liked the way the movie opened up -- if I remember this exactly -- with the man in the helicopter chasing the dog. It seems so unfair, that nice dog being relentlessly pursued by the men in the chopper with the one shooting with a hunting rifle.|
Like all art movies have to be somewhat contrived because of the limitations in any medium and in this case, the copter crashes. If they killed dog, there might be a brief scientific seminar and that would be it: an eight-minute movie that ends with a lecture on exo-biology. As it was, the movie was gripping. I liked just about all of it, and my heart was really beating when the guys got paranoid enough to lock Kurt Russell outside. I mean, he had to get back in or the movie would be shorter and depressing, but that struck home so deeply: that they were all so scared that the hero got attacked. I mean, this is b-a-d bad news.
And, yes, they deal with it rationally, logically, empirically, and bravely. They are after all, scientists and they chose the Antarctic. They probably had to compete to get there. So, this is all very much two hours of Extreme Objectivism.