Arrival

Arrival is a deliberately paced science fiction film that effectively uses chronological disorientation to enrich its story.  The real danger in making a movie that deals with aliens is that almost assuredly the aliens will disappoint.  If we’re honest with ourselves, the only aliens we really like are the ones who look exactly like us, i.e. Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, Han Solo, and Chewbacca.  We find all other aliens either scary or irritating.  Therefore every great film that contains aliens (excluding Star Wars) must be about something other than aliens.

It doesn’t take long to realize that the aliens in Arrival are not its focus; rather the film is centered on a linguist played by Amy Adams.  The storyline involving a race to interpret the alien’s true intentions before the rest of the world starts World War III is the films weakest point, allowing clichés from the genre too much time.  Yet interwoven into the standard plot is a more interesting thread of self-sacrifice.  The question is asked, if you knew how painful the consequences would be, would make the same decision?   The choice that Adam’s character is faced with is unambiguous; either she can pursue happiness, or she can save the world.  Let me suggest that another layer is alluded to; not only does Adam’s character have to make this terrible choice, but she’ll also be eternally subject to experience the effects of her decision.  This concept was explored in a lesser movie earlier last year; Doctor Strange had a really long battle in which the title character locked the antagonist into a seemingly never-ending loop.  Because nobody wants to leave a superhero movie without a conclusion, Doctor Strange devised a clever technicality to end the never-ending loop.  Arrival doesn’t give it’s protagonist a loophole; the difficult decision she must make is final.

Arrival also deals with the concept that it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, but I’m out of time for today’s review.