Matter Anti-Matter

I finally saw Duncan Jones’ Moon at the local Sundance Theater this week (yes, after whining about how no theaters near me were showing Moon, it came).  If you have yet to see it, do not delay! This one deserves to be seen on the big screen.  I mentioned the beautiful soundtrack in an earlier post, and let me tell you, seeing this movie made that music even more haunting in its spartan dashes of piano against methodical drumbeats.  As for the movie itself, I guarantee you will leave the theater with a nifty pile of philosophical questions that probe those eternal questions of what it means to be human.  Sam Rockwell’s performance is particularly noteworthy.  His motivations and internal conflicts never seem like forgone conclusions, and this is where the movie excels the most.

Moon is that rare movie that I’d classify as “high” science fiction.  Even though such distinctions are a bit old fashioned and snooty sounding, it’s a useful way of distinguishing between movies like Alien and movies like Alien vs. Predator.  The former fully ensconces you in the terrifying possibilities of predacious life forms beyond the realm of your worst nightmares juxtaposed against the horror of human greed, while the latter makes you you realize that hollywood is composed of predacious life forms beyond the realm of your worst nightmares driven by the horror of human greed.

Moon is special.  Go see it.