Movie Review by Roger Moore, of McClatchy Newspapers
Sheer madness. Thats what this is, this movie that Guillermo del Toro just HAD to make, and for which he abandoned The Hobbit.
Dude wanted to make a Godzilla movie. Married to a Transformers picture. With a little Starship Troopers and Independence Day and Hellboy mixed in.
Its the future of cinema or the present: a movie cunningly calculated to lure Hollywoods biggest growth market with just its title Pacific Rim. Thats where this sci-fi war is fought and thats where the audience lies American fanboys and Asian and Australian ones, too.
In the very near future, enormous alien beasts are sneaking into the ocean through a dimensional crack in the ocean floor along the Pacifics Ring of Fire. The Japanese named them kaiju, because Godzilla already was taken. And after realizing battling these monsters is a toxic disaster, the worlds governments teamed up to build gigantic, human-controlled robots called jaegers, after the German word for hunter. The pairs of rangers who drive them wear armor that lets them maneuver them one ranger controls the left side and left brain, the other the right side through a neural mind-meld process called drifting.
In a prologue, we meet a pair of mind-melded brothers (Charlie Hunnam, Diego Klattenhoff) who drive the jaeger Gipsy Danger into harms way. But things go wrong and one sibling is killed. That heralds the end of this jaeger program. The world will wall off the coast along the Pacific Rim, with the rich and powerful getting the primo interior real estate and the rest of the populace stuck building the walls and living on the coasts.
Cut to years later and the jaeger program is winding down, the wall is being completed but our best scientists (shrieking Charlie Day of Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia, daft-Brit Burn Gorman of Game of Thrones) dont think the wall will work. The monsters keep coming.
Rebellious returning ranger Raleigh (Hunnam of TVs Sons of Anarchy) angles to get martial arts mama Mako (Rinko Kikuchi of Babel) as his partner. And program director Stacker Pentecost (Elba) says Thats not going to happen.
Any movie that recycles the line Dont get cocky, kid, for starters and progresses to Fortune favors the brave, dude isnt meant to be taken seriously. The leads are bland, and the cast doesnt so much perform as show up and give us tastes of patented shtick that we expect Elba has his Henry V speech, the Bobcat-voiced Day kvetches, the grumpy Ron (Hellboy) Perlman (as an underworld purveyor of kaiju body parts) growls.
Dumb movies like this dont invite much analysis. Whats the point of the mind melding if the teams are still yelling commands and punching buttons as they fight? Mind-melding should mean they think and act on reflex, turning on the robots elbow rockets to give power to the punches in an instant.
None of which subtracts anything from the stupid, over-the-top popcorn-picture fun of it all.
Del Toros robots have weight and mass, and their epic, Hong Kong-smashing fights with the four- and six-legged, clawed and horned monsters are visually coherent, unlike the messy blur of the Transformers movies. Theres a light, humorous feel to Pacific Rim because the science is silly and logic takes a flying leap.
In a cinema season where the laws of physics take a vacation (Fast & Furious 6), where everyones mad for the apocalypse from the Biblical to the zombie-induced Pacific Rim is the maddest of all.
Moore is the movie reviewer for the Orlando Sentinel. His email address is firstname.lastname@example.org.