Moon (2009) – Duncan Jones
*HERE BE SPOILERS*
This was the first film this year to blow me away completely, and I look forward to seeing where the directing career of Duncan Jones goes next. Hell, anyone who gets so excited over Flash Gordon that they crack their head open is more than okay with me.
Moon is the tale of one man and his caring robot companion, dealing with the loneliness a three year job in isolation brings, eventually having to face the fact that everything he believes he is has been one huge lie. Sam Rockwell pulls it off superbly. His performance as the various incarnations of Sam Bell only proves to demonstrate the range, ability and subtlety he possesses as an actor.
Duncan Jones has left the CGI and explosions to others with his debut and concentrated on emotional impact, and bloody hell does it work. When the truth begins to dawn on Sam, boy does it hit you. His phone call home is heartbreaking. From a single tear on GERTY’s computerized face to the removal of a derogatory post-it note, Jones has also made the little things matter.
Moon is a perfect piece of science fiction film making for me. As a fan of the late seventies, early eighties classics, I had fun playing spot the influence, and drew an immense level of pleasure from the line “we’re not programmes, GERTY, we’re people” echoing Roy Batty in Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner, “we’re not computers, Sebastien, we’re physical.” Pure and utter glee.
The fact that I think Rockwell steals almost every film he appears in did sway my leanings for the Sam Rockwell Oscar campaign, but Moon was entirely different from anything I’d seen him in before. A stellar one man show. Jones has been full of praise for the way Rockwell handled the job at hand, completely altering his acting style, and it’s praise well deserved. He may not win an oscar for his portrayal of Sam Bell, especially with names such as Jeff Bridges and George Clooney in the running, but at the very least he should be seriously considered.
I doubt this will be my last post about Moon. I haven’t even touched on the terrific Clint Mansell score, or the bloody cracking opening titles yet. Too much good shit in that little movie my friends…too much.