Sad Impersonation

J.J. Abrams' homage to Spielberg feels more like a second-rate rip-off

I am all about '70s Spielberg films. Jaws remains my favorite movie of all time, and will probably hold that title until I'm on my deathbed. Close Encounters is right up there with the best of science-fiction films.

As for writer-director J.J. Abrams, I'm a big fan. Lost was an incredible TV show that actually got my busy ass to sit down and watch it on a weekly basis, and his Star Trek reboot is one of the more watchable films of the last five years. (I watch it repeatedly ... a pathetic behavioral trait of mine.)

So when I got wind that Abrams' latest directorial effort, Super 8, was an homage/tribute to Mr. Spielberg (who actually serves as a producer on the film), I got excited. As with Cloverfield, which he produced, Abrams kept his film cloaked in secrecy until its release date. I was psyched.

Super 8 is less of an homage, and more of a complete rip-off and sad impersonation of the real thing. Abrams, with Spielberg's blessing, apes such Spielberg productions as Close Encounters, Jaws, E.T. and especially The Goonies to a point that it becomes distracting.

Abrams wants his film to combine various Spielberg movies into one crazy package. He wants it to be a father-son parable, a coming-of-age romance, a '70s nostalgia trip, a mystery and, oh yeah, an alien movie. He even copies John Williams' French-horn-laden E.T. soundtrack, and populates his film with plucky kids (none of whom have the magical appeal of a Henry Thomas ... or even a C. Thomas Howell).

The film focuses on a group of kids who like to shoot super 8 films about zombies. One night, while out working on their production near a train station, a train derails—and something really nasty is on board. That something escapes into the town, and basically hides like Bruce the shark in Jaws. You don't really see its physical attributes until late in the movie.

I won't say much about the alien. I will only say that it looks like it came from the same family as the Cloverfield monster and those cool things that went after Kirk in Star Trek.

As for the kids, there's Joe (Joel Courtney), who just lost his mom in a factory accident. (He's essentially this film's Elliott, the young-boy protagonist from E.T.) He's got a crush on Alice (Elle Fanning), who plays the femme fatale in their teen zombie film. You also get Riley Griffiths as the fat kid, and Gabriel Basso as the projectile-vomit kid.

Because Abrams crams the film with so many subplots, nobody gets to really shine as a performer, and the marauding alien actually comes off as a supporting player rather than a menacing villain. The film often shifts gears abruptly, and never really settles on its own identity. In short ... it's a mess.

By the time most of the film's protagonists are staring upward as a spaceship blasts into the sky (a total E.T. moment), Abrams still hadn't earned the emotional payoff he sought. The characters bathed in light feel like fake, plastic representations of Spielbergian fandom.

While I do like and appreciate Abrams, Super 8 is a reminder that he is capable of dropping the occasional stinker. It has far more in common with his generic, tone-deaf Regarding Henry script than his epic Star Trek.

Mr. Abrams, get the Enterprise out of the mothballs. No more masturbatory Spielberg riffing. Your own style suits you just fine ... most of the time.

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