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Anoth­er Earth

08 Dec 2011 / Released: 09 Dec 2011

Large planet looming in sky above person standing on jetty, ocean and cloudy sky in background.
Large planet looming in sky above person standing on jetty, ocean and cloudy sky in background.
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Anticipation.

Came out of nowhere with a killer trailer in the dark days of summer. Could this be the antidote to blockbuster fatigue?

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Enjoyment.

Yes and no. There’s a lot to enjoy, but a bit of blockbuster polish wouldn’t have been a bad thing.

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In Retrospect.

Full of promise. Keep an eye on Cahill.

Anoth­er Earth is orig­i­nal, intel­li­gent and eccen­tric – a true Amer­i­can indie that deserves to be admired and supported.

Mike Cahill’s Anoth­er Earth offers a frac­tured reflec­tion of what might have been. Not in its sto­ry of duel fates and uncer­tain futures, but in hark­ing back to a sci­ence-fic­tion cin­e­ma that took its cues from the expan­sive ideas of Carl Sagan and Arthur C Clarke rather than the expen­sive thrills of George Lucas. On this oth­er Earth, the genre remained a cru­cible of ideas, with Stan­ley Kubrick and Andrei Tarkovsky its heroes.

Anoth­er Earth may not stand com­par­i­son with the work of these mas­ters, but this con­fi­dent debut lends its weight to the renais­sance of (post-)modern sci-fi. Show­cas­ing a keen intel­li­gence and under­stat­ed style, its most obvi­ous con­tem­po­rary point of ref­er­ence is Dun­can Jones’ Moon. And yet, like Jones’ debut, Anoth­er Earth is very obvi­ous­ly a first film – with both the ener­gy and the inex­pe­ri­ence that sug­gests. It’s an ambi­tious but flawed dra­ma that bold­ly announces Cahill’s arrival – not his greatness.

Late night. A house par­ty. Rho­da Williams (Brit Mar­ling, who co-wrote the script with Cahill) is cel­e­brat­ing her accep­tance into MIT. As she dri­ves home, the radio announces a mirac­u­lous dis­cov­ery – a new plan­et in the sky bear­ing all the hall­marks of an Earth-like abil­i­ty to sus­tain life. But in the same breath of dis­cov­ery comes tragedy, an acci­dent that will alter the course of both Rhoda’s life and her victims.

Pick­ing up the pieces sev­er­al years lat­er, two nar­ra­tives will play out. As Rho­da is drawn irre­sistibly to wid­ow­er John (William Mapother), dri­ven per­haps by com­pas­sion, but more like­ly by guilt, con­tact is made with the new plan­et, dubbed Earth 2’, and an incred­i­ble, impos­si­ble rev­e­la­tion occurs.

These two threads – one, a micro­scop­ic study of indi­vid­ual lives in sta­sis; the oth­er, a civil­i­sa­tion-scale sto­ry of infi­nite pos­si­bil­i­ties – will inter­weave to cre­ate an icy tableau of alien­ation and bro­ken dreams.

Shot in a palette of frigid blues, whites and greys, Anoth­er Earth fore­grounds the emo­tion­al iso­la­tion of John and Rho­da. John’s grief has metas­ta­sized, becom­ing an almost phys­i­cal thing that infects every­thing around him with decay. His house is lay­ered with grime and clut­tered with mem­o­ries, but in a sym­bol­ic act Rho­da will come to clean it once a week – pre­tend­ing to be some­body she’s not, and yet, at the same time, dis­cov­er­ing the per­son she real­ly is.

Cahill allows their rela­tion­ship to devel­op at a lan­guid pace, lin­ger­ing on dust motes caught in shafts of pale sun­light, and fram­ing his actors in close-up. Anoth­er Earth isn’t a beau­ti­ful film, exact­ly (it has a grainy DV vibe that screams, Take me seri­ous­ly!’), but it pos­sess­es a sen­su­ous visu­al tex­ture. It is thought­ful­ly – even self-con­scious­ly – com­posed, but its very still­ness threat­ens to leave the dra­ma ossi­fy­ing in front of you.

The dra­mat­ic dynam­ic between Rho­da and John isn’t com­pelling enough to with­stand such extend­ed scruti­ny. John spends the major­i­ty of the film in the dark about Rhoda’s iden­ti­ty – and is thus lit­tle more than a cipher for her heal­ing process. How much rich­er would their rela­tion­ship have been if Rho­da had told him the truth, mak­ing John emo­tion­al­ly com­plic­it in their affair and forc­ing him to deal with his own feel­ings of trau­ma and guilt?

John’s igno­rance strips him of com­plex­i­ty, and so key scenes between them fail to spark. When John, a com­pos­er, takes Rho­da to an emp­ty con­cert hall and plays for her, it’s sup­posed to sug­gest inti­ma­cy and rev­e­la­tion. Instead, it feels like you’re intrud­ing on someone’s slight­ly embar­rass­ing moment’.

Trapped as she is in this cal­ci­fy­ing real­i­ty, you can sym­pa­thise with Rho­da as she gazes wist­ful­ly at the new plan­et and dreams of escape. As it hap­pens, an entre­pre­neur is offer­ing the chance to win a seat on a pri­vate space flight, a com­pe­ti­tion that Rho­da enters and wins, much to John’s dis­may. His life – along with his house – is begin­ning to feel the ben­e­fit of a woman’s touch.

But Earth 2 is where Rhoda’s (and Cahill’s) heart real­ly lies. Part-metaphor, part-mys­tery, part-MacGuf­fin, it’s an inspired idea that affords Cahill the oppor­tu­ni­ty to muse on the big ques­tions that so clear­ly fas­ci­nate him. Earth 2 is a coun­ter­part to the fan­ta­sy of escape that Rho­da is already enact­ing with John. But like any fan­ta­sy, all it does is rein­force just how trapped we are in the present. It’s a con­stant reminder of a life just out of reach – at once tempt­ing, promis­ing and mocking.

In voice over, Dr Richard Berendzen (a for­mer teach­ing assis­tant of Carl Sagan) wax­es lyri­cal, won­der­ing about the mys­tery of our­selves. Do we – can we – know our­selves? Would we recog­nise our­selves if we were ever to meet? Then Rho­da tells a sto­ry about the first Russ­ian in space, tor­ment­ed by a tick­ing sound whose ori­gin he couldn’t dis­cern. Fac­ing the risk of being dri­ven mad, he closed his eyes and the tick­ing became a sym­pho­ny. Is real escape only to be found in the imag­i­na­tion? Is that where res­cue and redemp­tion are? Where peace is? If so, what is Earth 2?

Cahill rais­es these ques­tions but isn’t inter­est­ed in the answers. Of course, there aren’t any answers. Or per­haps there are too many. His film con­cludes with a crescen­do of uncer­tain­ty, in a smart twist that throws open new ways of look­ing at what has gone before. It also, it should be said, sug­gests nar­ra­tive incon­sis­ten­cies that aren’t addressed but should be.

It’s a fit­ting­ly ambiva­lent con­clu­sion to an imper­fect film – one that swings from sophis­ti­ca­tion to inel­e­gance, from brainy inquiry to dra­mat­ic iner­tia. Anoth­er Earth is orig­i­nal, intel­li­gent and eccen­tric – a true Amer­i­can indie that deserves to be admired and sup­port­ed. But part of that sup­port is respect­ful crit­i­cism of its short­com­ings. On sec­ond thought, maybe it doesn’t actu­al­ly announce Cahill’s arrival at all – just the start of a jour­ney that will hope­ful­ly take us some­where worth seeing.

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