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The com­plex, seduc­tive satire of Star­ship Troopers

05 Nov 2017

Words by Ned Carter Miles

A soldier wearing a helmet and armour, holding a weapon, posing with a large robotic creature in a desert landscape.
A soldier wearing a helmet and armour, holding a weapon, posing with a large robotic creature in a desert landscape.
Two decades on, Paul Verhoeven’s ambigu­ous mil­i­taris­tic sci-fi is in need of a reappraisal.

When a movie depicts evil, it usu­al­ly tells us what to think about it. Take the infa­mous bal­cony sequence in Steven Spielberg’s 1993 film Schindler’s List, which opens with a shaky view of the mur­der­ous Amon Goeth (Ralph Fiennes). As he rais­es his rifle, pot bel­ly pro­trud­ing over the ledge from which he will soon begin non­cha­lant­ly pick­ing off pris­on­ers for plea­sure, our per­spec­tive is from below the bal­cony and thus we are in a vul­ner­a­ble posi­tion. By fram­ing the action from this van­tage point, Spiel­berg implic­it­ly tells us that it’s okay, we are on the right side of his­to­ry – Goeth is the monster.

Paul Verhoeven’s Star­ship Troop­ers, adapt­ed from A Heinlein’s con­tro­ver­sial 1959 nov­el, bears lit­tle resem­blance to Schindler’s List. But when it comes to under­stand­ing the ways in which film­mak­ers help us to decode what we’re see­ing, these films do have some­thing in com­mon. Released 20 years ago, Verhoeven’s sci-fi action­er was cool­ly received by crit­ics and audi­ences at the time. And per­haps with good rea­son: the sto­ry is unre­mark­able, the crude dia­logue wouldn’t be out of place in a tooth­paste com­mer­cial, and the sets are large­ly uncon­vinc­ing. Yet Star­ship Troop­ers did draw praise as a satire.

Faith­ful in its depic­tion of the earnest jin­go­ism of Heinlein’s source nov­el, in recent years the film has been laud­ed by some com­men­ta­tors as a deri­sive car­i­ca­ture of right-wing mil­i­tarism. This says more about lib­er­al-mind­ed sci-fi fans, how­ev­er, than it does about Verhoeven’s movie, which treats its dubi­ous sub­ject mat­ter with­out irony or any dis­cernible self-aware­ness. The film’s uni­verse unfolds in its inter­mit­tent news­reel sequences through blink-and-you’ll-miss-it ref­er­ences to Mor­mon extrem­ists, crime reports where a mur­der­er is cap­tured, tried, sen­tenced and exe­cut­ed in a sin­gle day, and scenes of chil­dren play­ing with guns while heav­i­ly armed sol­diers laugh like the whole­some fam­i­ly at the end of a board game commercial.

This sort of kitsch self-seri­ous­ness is stan­dard in pro­pa­gan­da film­mak­ing. In an ear­ly scene, the charis­mat­ic teacher Jean Rasczak (Michael Iron­side) instructs his stu­dents – some of them troop­ers-in-wait­ing – about the fail­ure of democ­ra­cy, the val­ue of civic virtue and the moral suprema­cy of vio­lence. For a moment it all seems strange­ly, dis­turbing­ly com­pelling. Or at the very least, nor­mal. This is because the only log­ic the film allows is that of the world it depicts. When Dizzy (Dina Mey­er) quips that her moth­er always says vio­lence doesn’t solve any­thing, Rasczak replies deci­sive­ly that, naked force has resolved more issues in his­to­ry than any oth­er fac­tor.” It’s the kind of com­ment you’d expect to read on an alt-right mes­sage board, and nei­ther the dia­logue, sound­track, nor cin­e­matog­ra­phy intro­duces any nuance with which to counter his glib riposte.

Unlike most films that present ques­tion­able points of view, Star­ship Troop­ers does noth­ing to cre­ate crit­i­cal dis­tance from them. Its art­less­ness makes it eas­i­ly watch­able and vul­gar­ly enter­tain­ing, but if after sit­ting through two hours of rosy-cheeked fas­cist escapades we ask our­selves what it is we’ve enjoyed so much, an icky feel­ing sets in. Why else, two decades after it arrived in cin­e­mas, would any­one have felt the need to defend the film they so loved in their youth by argu­ing how mis­un­der­stood it had orig­i­nal­ly been?

Ver­ho­even, with his back cat­a­logue of qua­si-exploita­tion fare, is no stranger to con­tro­ver­sy. Yet it’s hard to say to what extent Star­ship Troop­ers was ini­tial­ly mis­un­der­stood’ (if indeed this was the case at all). In the director’s defence he has said that the secret to art is that it should be ambigu­ous.” Viewed today, there is no doubt about the film’s ambi­gu­i­ty. It expos­es the sus­pect events and phi­los­o­phy of Heinlein’s fic­tion­al uni­verse on their own terms, with­out guid­ing our inter­pre­ta­tion. Just like any oth­er echo cham­ber, the film offers a sin­gu­lar message.

Although it is often appre­ci­at­ed as such years after the fact, pro­pa­gan­da isn’t art. It doesn’t demand reflec­tion or deep­er read­ing because it relies on our ten­den­cy to take the path of least resis­tance. In all its art­less, taste­less mil­i­tarism, Star­ship Troop­ers gives us faux-pro­pa­gan­da and no crit­i­cal dis­tance from it, and that’s what makes it so good. In var­i­ous inter­views and com­men­taries Ver­ho­even has said that he knew exact­ly what he want­ed to do when he made the film, but then so did Hein­lein when he wrote his social-Dar­win­ian response to crit­i­cism of US nuclear weapons test­ing in the late 1950s, and Hein­lein was not mak­ing satire.

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