Solaris Makes You Think

Solaris makes you think

There is a tiny part of me that hates Solaris, Steven Soderbergh’s latest, not for any fault of the film but because I know that in the future, I will have to endure at least one dirty failed philosophy student of a stoner cornering me at a party and informing me how deep this picture is if I “really think about it.” I’m not against thinking about movies, and Solaris certainly asks to be pondered; I just don’t like the superior position one takes in the phrase “if you really think about it.” The problem is, Solaris is a “really think about it’ kind of flick, and for that I love it.

In his third picture with George Clooney, Soderbergh pulls off an actor-director team-up trilogy that rivals the Russell-Carpenter films of the early Eighties. When boiled down to its basics, Solaris comes right off the shelf of classic Star Trek — while in orbit around a newly discovered phenomena, crew members are visited by long lost loved ones, but to quote one of the crew, “I could tell you what’s happening, but I don’t know if that would really tell you what’s happening.” Soderbergh isn’t as interested in stories to tell as he is in how to tell them.

The picture masterfully stitches one languid scene to the next with daring ellipses that thrill and challenge. It starts at full speed in a sequence that proves an opening can leave an audience breathless without the typical action film two seconds from the climax gimmick.

Solaris makes you think

Clooney plays psychologist Chris Kelvin, who receives a message asking him to come to the Prometheus, a space craft in orbit around Solaris. Solaris ripples and glows with fluid and electricity, at times looking like a Fantastic Voyage-style view of the inner-eye and also invoking a Discovery Channel animation of synapses firing. Kelvin arrives at the Prometheus to find only two living crew members, one terrified (Viola Davis) and one tweaked (Jeremy Davies), and a cold storage full of bodies.

Sure, with this set-up your average sci-fi picture would identify some evil cause behind the crew’s loss of their senses and head us down to the planet surface for a final showdown with whatever entity would dare mess with the heads of hard working earthlings. But this ain’t your average sci-fi picture. Solaris is much more 2001 or Silent Running than it is Star Trek or Alien. This picture is more about memory and grief than it is about space ships and blasters.

The story bounces back and forth between the goings on onboard the Prometheus and Kelvin’s past on a decidedly non-futuristic Earth. No year in the future is specified, but mankind has obviously mastered that whole faster-than-light-speed thing, and the TVs are much cooler, but people still open doors with knobs and hinges by hand, and prepare their own dinners without the replicators or nutrient pills we’ve been told are inevitable. On Earth Kelvin loved and lost Rheya (Natascha McElhone), but on the Prometheus he wakes up to find her in his bed.

Solaris makes you think

While Solaris is a remake of a Russian film based on a Stanislaw Lem novel, Soderbergh’s script and direction make the material his own, as one would expect from one of the most interesting and talented directors working today. The picture brings to mind last year’s Vanilla Sky, another American remake of a foreign language film by one of the great directors of today.

Sadly, Solaris is probably doomed to the same fate as that under-appreciated film. It will play multiplexes, even though it’s an art house flick, because it happens to have a multiplex budget. This weekend, turkey-drowsy families will go to see the new George Clooney flick, urged by an overemphasis on producer James Cameron’s thankfully unnoticeable involvement, and will be asked to digest more than they bargained for. I hope I’m wrong and this film is embraced, but I’m sure it will lose its Oscar nom spot to My Big Fat Greek Wedding.

Soderbergh proves that science fiction doesn’t have to be limited to action pictures set in the future. That, more interestingly, the progress and possibly even the evolution of the human race won’t necessarily answer the questions about where we came from or why we’re here, but that progress might make those answers seem a little more urgent. The farther we go along, the more we need to know will grow exponentially.

Structurally, the film bears this out, as each answer we are given just makes us ask ten more questions. The questions range from the simply intriguing, “Is an imaginary friend any less valid than a real one?” to the complexly weighty, “Are we created in God’s image or he in ours? Or neither? Or both?” Solaris poses these questions in such a form that they are really just variations on a theme.

Solaris makes you think

The entire film plays around these problems of identity and identifiers, of creators and created, with such complexity, yet never becomes heavy-handed or obvious. Some of the audience may be turned off by the picture’s reluctance to dish out answers, but that very reluctance makes Solaris the treasure that it is.

It succeeds with an act that usually spells disaster for a film: that of rumination. The film plays its one theme in so many different ways it isn’t obvious how well everything ties together. Soderbergh has once again jumped the tracks of genre just as he did with The Limey and Ocean’s 11, both following and recreating what we know about these old friends, just as the characters high above Solaris do for themselves. It’s really deep.

If you really think about it.

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