Or should that be a “Delayed” review? Anyway, Robert Zemeckis’ attempted Oscar-fodder (nominated twice but won zip) is on the one hand, an absorbing drama. John Gatin’s script is full of gravity, whilst Zemeckis’ pacing keeps the experience a thrilling ride for the audience. However, the conclusion means the film, much like Flight 227, falls flat rather than delivering a greater, thought-provoking impact.
There is no denying it. Elysium is plainly a 110 minute anti-capitalist polemic; and as such many critics have painted it as a $115 million essay by an emotionally distant Marxist. But having seen it at long last, I must say such comments not only undermine the smartest sci-fi since District 9 – they criminally under-rate Neill Blomkamp (who wrote and directed both) as a film-maker.