I just returned a few moments ago from the movie that I should have seen yesterday with my relatives. Valerian. Directed by “Fifth Element” French director Luc Bession, it may be the answer why the French were excluded from the other current Hollywood Blockbuster, “Dunkirk.” Where the later is critically acclaimed and a total downer, Valerian promises the key element to pleasing and audience and leaving them hop, skip and jumping back intuit he light of day with a happy, hopeful chord. The journalistic critics who tried to say that it was incoherent were either listening to their parent marketing liaison’s who said push “Dunkirk” and pan “Valerian“. The irony being of course that both in their way push the idea of Globalism. One in the sense of future events to come full of horrific conflict, the other in a resolution of the most treasured of all human emotions, the love of a man and a woman. Albeit a bit adolescent at face value. But in fairness recounting in everyone that point in time when loving someone else is first consummated by the vow of a lifetime of commitment to them. It’s central characters embody the best genetic parts of the high European beauty from the high fashion runways of Paris infused into the graceful frames of Western Africa’s Masai somewhat stealing the thunder from the latest most preeminent Hollywood money-grosser “Avatar” living is the perfect sort of Utopia that only rich Southern Californian’s could only dream of.
The picture perfect lost Eden portrayed in what quickly becomes a paradise lost is more than made up for by the petulant innocence of its two main protagonists. Even my own scarred and stony heart seemed almost ready to revive at in many ways was much of the same old cliche trials and tribulations of male and female that have been handled in a similar manner in so many previous films over the history of Hollywood. The dialogue is smart and the asides clever enough to break a smile without being forced. The empathy building for finding out the meandering path of the heroes’ journey that the two embark upon keeping ones interest throughout its one hundred and thirty-seven minutes. The guest appearances employ the talents of invited star performers in particular being the best parts of Rihanna. A cult figure that in other venues only seems to produce great doubts in terms of clammy cultural context. Where “Avatar” as an experience has many wishing for impossible existence as part of another species, the conclusion of “Valerian” plays upon the retro of what in some ways was a kinder gentler less complex time when space travel was characterized by hopeful spirit enriching encounters with the unknown. Not, face hugging predatory monsters bent upon species extinction.
Sure this is the kinder part of the Illuminati’s wet dream of a genetically enhanced Kalergi approved ‘milk shake‘ world society. But it’s soldiering in the war for the quest of perfect Social Justice is made palatable. Not shoved done your throat at gunpoint. Maybe you are too old to bathe in the cleansing ‘pearls’ of youth culture shit out the behinds of Disneyesque cuddle toys but grounded in the hope that love does indeed conquer all! Fuck the critics! Go see this film!