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Color Out of Space – first look review

Shape-shifting aliens take on Nic Cage’s customary rage crescendo in this new horror film by the great Richard Stanley.

There’s an inherent problem of trying to adapt the writing of HP Lovecraft. The very notion of something being ‘Lovecraftian’ connotes something that cannot be envisioned, that cannot be understood by the human eye. Richard Stanley’s adaptation of the short story ‘Color Out Of Space’, his first feature in over a decade, deftly sidesteps the customary roadblock that comes with Lovecraft adaptations. Instead of trying to overcome the contradiction of portraying something incomprehensible, Stanley focuses in on the madness induced by bearing witness to an unholy cosmic terror. It observes a family attempting to find reason, or comfort one another, through meaningless platitudes.

The film relocates the short story to the modern day, and it charts the unspeakable horrors that befall the Gardener family after a meteorite crashes and sinks into the earth, its radiation transforming everything it makes contact with. The script is disarmingly funny, even as the quirky family is besieged on all sides by an alien menace, starting as archetypes that soon break down — in the literal sense too, as human flesh is twisted into new and horrifying forms. It’s an often bewildering mixture of tones, and becomes increasingly strange as the story goes on.

After a while however it leans too hard into the comedy, as the quips soon start to feel at odds with the Cronenberg/Thing-like shape-shifting monsters who inexplicably emerge and destroying the family. As a result, the film’s schtick begins to wear thin as it becomes increasingly quippy, and in turn more of a slog. But, for the most part, it’s a hard film to predict, as conventional heroics appear ultimately useless in the face of an all encompassing force that the human mind is unable comprehend – caught only in glimpses of spectacular, extraterrestrial vistas.

Cage’s performance as the Gardner patriarch, Nathan, stands out, though perhaps not always for the better. His character is an atypically soft father figure who is either speaking in catchphrases such as, “a dream you share is a reality,” or yelling about the value of alpacas. This veneer soon gives away as he is consumed by madness, cruelly insulting and sniping at the family that he usually treats with extreme gentleness. Cage’s increasingly manic performance feels tied to his turn in Panos Cosmatos’s Mandy, in that we bear witness to a housebroken Cage descending into an animalistic, bloodthirsty frenzy – but it lacks the focus and emotional power of that previous role.

Even before this point, the film’s visuals are gorgeous. The rural New England landscape is painted with bold, sumptuous colours. Splashy, drugged-out purples fill the sky, and the grass seems to become greener in response. As for the aforementioned monsters, Stanley truly stretches the film’s budget to breaking point with inventive, disturbing imagery of bodies mutating, transforming and melting together. Colin Stetson’s trippy soundtrack tips the film even further into delirium, and the impressive craft offers up a world that’s disconcerting to behold, even if the time spent in it feels a little stretched.

Published 9 Sep 2019

Tags: Joely Richardson Nicolas Cage Richard Stanley Toronto Film Festival

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