District 9

Quote clever meets not-quite-satisfying
District 9 begins with a classic science-fiction premise. A flurry of documentary-style interviews and mock TV news footage recap the chaotic recent events: a giant alien ship appeared over South Africa, and after months of watching it hover silently, human soldiers cracked it open to see what was inside. They found a large number of malnourished, human-sized, insect-like aliens. The ailing creatures were moved en masse to a holding camp called District 9, which has, in the twenty years since, become a crime-ridden slum where black markets sell alien weaponry and underground dealers import large quantities of cat food. The aliens find canned fish delectable. They’re intelligent enough to speak a language and build space ships, but on earth the “prawns,” as the aliens are called derisively (they look like giant shrimp), have become a societal burden.
When our not-quite-lovable hero is finally alone with a friendly alien, you’d think he’d have a load of questions. “Hey, where are you from? Why are you here? Why South Africa? If you just need to get back to your (still hovering) ship so you can fly away, why didn’t you do that earlier, when you were still on the ship?” But our hero, like the film itself, is not the least bit interested in those questions once the wheels are set in motion. Instead he shouts, “Don’t fucking move! Don’t fucking move!” or inquiries to that effect. A few late-arriving changes of heart are unconvincing on all sides, and the film, which feels nearly complete at 85 minutes, lacking only a smart capper, continues for another brain numbing half hour. On balance, it’s a decent action flick, at least as stimulating as the Terminator sequel that opened the summer, but it’s a film that might have been a modern science fiction classic if it had spent a little more time in the incubator.