Review | Upgrade

This was originally published at Flickering Myth on 4 September 2018.

As the mastermind behind several modestly-funded hits, like Insidious and the early Saw movies, Leigh Whannel has repeatedly proven that you don’t need the resources of a Hollywood Blockbuster in order to thrill audiences.

Instead, all you need is a strong idea, a little ingenuity and some talented colleagues to help bring your vision to the screen. If all these elements converge, then you should have no trouble competing with high-profile franchises and comic-book adaptations.

Whannel clearly appreciates this, as each of his projects has been made on a shoestring budget. Moreover, whilst his output hasn’t been universally great, he has consistently shown that he is a competent pair of hands and a dependable money-maker to boot. Because of this aptitude for working cheap, he has now garnered enough industry cred to pursue whatever zany passion project takes his fancy.

Which brings us to the writer-turned-director’s latest offering, Upgrade. A genre blending, cyberpunk, revenge flick, this is something that Whannel has been developing for years and like all of his previous work it has generated a lot of buzz despite its relatively humble origins (the estimated budget is somewhere around the $5 million mark, which probably wouldn’t cover the catering for most blockbusters). Praised for its intriguing premise and stylised hyper-violence, the film has already established a cult following, with many pundits suggesting that it puts its more expensive peers to shame.

Now- two months after its US release- Upgrade is debuting overseas, which means that the rest of the world can finally jump aboard the hype train. But is the unassuming thriller really worth all the pomp and circumstance?

Set in a future that is just around the corner, the film focuses on Grey (Logan Marshall-Green), a technophobe who has the misfortune of living in a society completely dominated by computers. Law enforcement is reliant upon drone surveillance, smart houses take care of their own upkeep and even recreational drug use has been supplanted by an addiction to VR. Everything is ostensibly smoother and more convenient, yet Grey remains ever-sceptical and yearns for the golden age of vinyl records, analogue devices and vehicles that require actual human drivers.

One day, after refurbishing an old car for a famous tech guru, Grey is treated to a showcase of the inventor’s latest creation; an AI chip named STEM. The scientist excitedly explains that the revolutionary implant can be inserted into a person’s body to serve as a kind of secondary brain, giving the recipient enhanced motor skills, heightened agility and even increased intelligence. Of course, Grey is characteristically cynical about this and suggests that mankind doesn’t really need such an upgrade.

This attitude changes however, when a fateful car accident leaves both Grey and his wife susceptible to violent criminals. In an ensuing attack, the former is left paralysed from the waist down and the latter is tragically killed.

Determined to track down his mysterious assailants, the bereaved husband abandons his old-fashioned ideals and volunteers as a Guinea pig for STEM, in the hope that he can regain his ability to walk and get revenge. In the process, he finds that he is not only restored to his original condition, but that he has even been augmented with incredible new skills. Now armed with superhuman senses, a proficiency in martial arts and the capacity to switch off his pain receptors, Grey decides to find his wife’s killers and assassinate them in increasingly gory ways.

Right off the bat, it’s fair to say that the premise is absolutely terrific, like Death Wish crossed with a particularly good episode of Black Mirror. Yet that only gives you a rough idea of what’s in store and to spoil the interesting twists would be a disservice to Whannel’s sharp writing and inventive storytelling.

Sure the surface-level gist of ‘’spouse-on-a quest-for-revenge’’ has been trotted out a thousand times before in cinema, but here it’s all being presented with a fresh coat of cybernetic-enhanced paint. After all, the movie’s core gimmick changes everything from how the investigation scenes play out, to how the protagonist conceals his vigilantism from the police.

Best of all though is how the idea affects the action sequences, which are all expertly shot, masterfully choreographed and dizzyingly energetic. To give you a flavour of what makes these moments so special, Grey can hand over total control to STEM whenever he is faced with confrontation. Once the AI takes the wheel in these scenarios, then our hero is transformed into a perfect killing machine, capable of mesmerising acrobatics, astonishing brutality and predicting his opponent’s next move with the utmost accuracy.

As is to be expected, the resultant fights are pleasingly ferocious, if a little infrequent and too short (the slow pacing is a bit of an issue). They are also strangely funny as well, because STEM is unable to influence anything above Grey’s neck, and so the system has to manually move his head out of the way to dodge incoming blows. This makes for a unique visual, reminiscent of something from a slapstick cartoon. It’s also amusing to see the squeamish hero forced into the role of a bemused observer, powerless as his own independently limbs flail around and cause all kinds of mayhem.

With these enjoyably kinetic scenes, Whannel demonstrates that a low-budget needn’t be an obstacle to creativity and he also gives Marshall-Green a proper opportunity to show off his surprising comedic muscles. On that note, the actor’s animated depiction of a man constantly amazed by his own actions injects welcome levity into a character that could otherwise be quite dour and unlikeable. That being said, he’s still very good at carrying the film through its more emotional beats when the need arises.

Elsewhere, every of other aspect of Upgrade is spot on. The believable sci-fi setting is remarkably well-thought out and realistic. There are no jetpacks, no flying cars, or spaceships, just tiny little details like surgeons who use X-ray contact lenses to perform operations.

This is a smart decision on the part of the screenwriter, as the refreshingly grounded approach allows the film to tackle some fairly ambitious themes in its second half, examining humanity’s dependence on technology and whether or not we are making ourselves obsolete. In fact, as the film moves towards its climax, it becomes less concerned with set-pieces and instead dedicates itself to a more cerebral breed of science-fiction.

It then all culminates in a darkly shocking ending that will stay with you for days. In this sense, it’s a rare film that actually disguises its intelligence and demonstrates that being clever and being fun don’t have to be mutually exclusive concepts.

Review | Arrival

For those who look for intelligence in their sci-fi over big guns and explosions, look no further than Arrival . Directed by the extremely talented Denis Villeneuve (the last film before his highly anticipated sequel to Blade Runner ) this is a film that will leave you entranced and still pondering over for days.

It’s the near future and Earth has just received first contact from alien life, in the form of a multitude of gargantuan ships simultaneously appearing at random locations across the planet. In the midst of a cultural panic Doctor of Linguistics Louise Banks (Amy Adams) finds herself carried away by the military alongside physicist Ian Donnelly (Jeremy Renner) and is given the job of understanding this new alien language. From there it’s best left unsaid, but the film is enough to keep any viewer fascinated, if not by the plot than by the ideas powering it.

The story evolves with perfect pace. The characters are given time to develop, and more importantly time to think and plan, while the reveals and information is drip-fed with precision to keep the audience hooked. The filmmaking is superb, with Villeneuve once again proving he is one of the best blockbuster directors currently working, although the cinematography sadly doesn’t stand up to his past two projects. Amy Adams’ understated portrayal carries a majority of the film, turning what could be just dull exposition into believable realisations and bringing heart to later emotional scenes.

Despite all the talent on show the ending does fail to live up to what came before but is far from disappointing, veering away from the genuinely interesting into the over-the-top and ridiculous. Nevertheless, that doesn’t stop the film from being a fun and thoughtful experience.

Review | Jupiter Ascending

Universally known and celebrated for their classically favoured action masterpiece The Matrix, visionary free-thinkers the Wachowskis return with another world-building sci-fi shooter in the oddly-titled Jupiter Ascending. But can the previously-acclaimed sibling team still deliver the goods over 15 years on, with the action market now somewhat changed in the face of their previous efforts? If this lackluster space epic is anything to go by, certainly not.

Boasting a host of familiar faces and blockbuster visuals, Jupiter Ascending charts the adventures of titular heroine Jupiter Jones (Mila Kunis), a lowly toilet-cleaner who, swiftly following a visit from genetically-engineered super-soldier Caine (Channing Tatum), discovers she is in fact the rightful owner of Earth itself. After being whisked away by the powers that be to uncover her destiny, Jupiter soon finds herself thrust into the centre of a cosmic conflict between the snobby siblings of a tyrannical family, eventually being forced to battle it out with the galaxy’s oldest overlords in order to save her dying planet from potential extinction. 

Firstly it should come as no great surprise that such a dense plot-line comes with quite a significant warning: not everything explored in Jupiter Ascending makes complete sense. Rumours that the Wachowskis’ original script rounded in at over 300-pages begin to seem somewhat likely the further and further one journeys into the siblings’ world, as it becomes clear that there’s simply too much history beneath the film’s surface to warrant the space-surfing adventure Jupiter leads with. Entire characters (take a bow Sean Bean) seem to exist solely as human text-books, reeling off fact after fact, and all just to provide weak context for the next big battle sequence. Put simply, the Wachowskis have created a rich, detailed universe with its own laws and cultures, but instead of exploring and exploiting the intricacies of this world fully, they’ve simply used it rather bafflingly as just the back-drop to an otherwise brainless action blockbuster.

This ultimately forms the most infuriating issue with Jupiter Ascending in that the film’s individual parts are actually rather incredible, its only when they’re combined that the entire structure completely falls to pieces. Visually, the world that the Wachowskis have created, from its star-scraping galleons to its gravity-bending space-skates, is breathtaking. The action sequences flow with unbridled creativity and almost total coherency, despite a great deal of pretty significant moving parts. Yet sadly, none of this matters as the actual substance of the picture seems jumbled beyond repair. It’s never clear why these astonishing battles are actually taking place or what the stakes really are and so, there’s no real reason for one to form any real investment in them.

Even just tonally the film could have been saved, had it embraced its more extravagant, melodramatic side, as opposed to opting for the more straight-laced sobriety it instead pursues. Gene-spliced space-warriors and bizarre elephant-like alien pilots would prove somewhat entertaining if the whole picture was as dedicated to such outlandish antics. Alone, they’re simply just laughably silly.

A great deal of these tonal issues seem to be able to be traced back largely to the cast. Although leads Mila Kunis and Channing Tatum prove somewhat functional, both seem to simply snore through their performances, providing little flair beyond their otherwise more po-faced attempts at romance. However, whereas Tatum appears lazy, for Kunis, this is likely more of an issue with the blandness of her character. Jupiter is something of a useless protagonist, seemingly spitting in the face of feminism as she does little beyond screaming for help from her hunky hero, whilst cluelessly playing into the villain’s hands time and time again. In fact, the only member of Jupiter Ascending’s cast that truly seems to bother at all with any sense of theatricality is an audacious Eddie Redmayne, who’s frankly ridiculous big-bad might appear genius had the Wachowskis followed a similar approach. Instead, his preposterousness is just another unintentionally farcical nail in the coffin.

Leaving what it once was or could have been strictly to the side, Jupiter Ascending is a tragically beautiful mess of a space opera. Despite being fuelled by a grand scope and purely creative aims, it ultimately stumbles onto screens both flabby and shamefully bland. There is fun to be had amongst its tattered ruins, but not nearly enough to warrant the scale and majesty of its intentions.

Jupiter Ascending (2015), directed by The Wachowskis, is released in UK cinemas by Warner Bros., Certificate 12A.