Tomorrowland (aka Tomorrowland: A World Beyond) movie review: back to the future

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It gets a tad heavy-handed, but my eyes welled with tears of geeky joy at the film’s embrace of an optimism it steadfastly refuses to see as old-fashioned.
I’m “biast” (pro): love George Clooney; big SF geek

I’m “biast” (con): nothing

(what is this about? see my critic’s minifesto)

We geeks have been getting teased and taunted by the prospect of Disney and director Brad Bird’s (Mission: Impossible – Ghost Protocol, Ratatouille) Tomorrowland for so long now, without getting anything more than vague hint of what the movie is actually about, that it seems inevitable that the actual film must be a disappointment. So is it?

Not at all. In fact, it’s a glorious reminder — in this era of reboots and remakes and sequels and based-on-something-else movies — of the joy of discovery that we get far less frequently at the movies these days. To go into a film not knowing what to expect? Going to the movies used to be like this all the time.

I am not going to tell you too much and spoil that wondrous discovery for you. But it’s no spoiler to say that the notion that things used to be different — a better sort of different — is the crux of Tomorrowland. You knew that already, what with the movie borrowing a title from Walt Disney’s postwar theme-park odes to the bright and shining future that science fiction — and reality-based science! — used to promise us. Once upon a time, the future was so much better, all gleaming rockets and cities on the moon and interstellar federations. Nowadays, the future is postapocalyptic: hungry, despairing, dangerous. It used to be that in the future, we were all explorers and adventurers heading off into the wide universe. In the future now, we are all dead, on a planet Earth turned to dusty armageddon.

What happened to hope? What happened to optimism? What happened to us that we lost that? These are the things Tomorrowland is worried about — it’s something that I, as lifelong fan of science fiction and longtime observer of pop culture, have been worried about, too — and it’s something the movie would like to rectify. Does Tomorrowland succeed at that? At the worrying, yes. At the rectifying, perhaps not so much. But even baby steps toward regaining that optimism is a net gain. We have needed a movie like this for a long while.

So I love Casey Newton (Britt Robertson: Delivery Man, Scream 4), Florida high-school student, engineer, dreamer, and perpetrator of nonviolent protest at the slow shutdown of America’s collective imagination. Her dad (Tim McGraw: Country Strong, The Blind Side) is an out-of-work NASA rocket scientist; her protest is connected with that. She looks to the stars, and despairs that we aren’t going. I share her pain. And obviously Frank Walker (George Clooney: The Monuments Men, Gravity) also shares her pain, or did once and now laments the loss of the same sort of optimism in himself. It takes him a while to realize this. He has become a cranky old man! Frank was once like Casey, albeit in a time that was more conducive to being a crazy dreamer: when he was a kid (Thomas Robinson: The Switch), he went to the World’s Fair in 1964 in New York City to show off an invention: a jetpack! It’s not just intelligence and creativity and optimism that Casey and young Frank shared, but also a stubbornness, an unwillingness to give up in the face of disdain from others and seemingly insurmountable odds of what they hoped to achieve. And this is what catches the eye of the mysterious Athena (Raffey Cassidy: Snow White and the Huntsman, Dark Shadows), who invites them to a place Somewhere Else where everyone is like them…

Tomorrowland flips back and forth between young Frank in the 1960s and older Frank and Casey today — circumstances bring them together — and is not unsympathetic when it comes to showing how cheery young Frank turned into pessimistic older Frank today. Frank is all of us, and despair is easy. But that is the problem, too: despair is too easy. Fixing things is harder. Yet it takes so little to turn off despair! The vision of this other place that we glimpse along with Frank and Casey is intoxicating, particularly for how long it has been since we’ve seen anything quite like it in our collective fantasies. (The last batch of Star Wars movies, probably. Even the confident 1960s TV show Star Trek has turned into a dark and grim 21st-century movie series.) I wanted to linger longer with Casey as she takes a tour of “Tomorrowland,” all shining towers and functioning civic spaces and happy people full of purpose and… well, when Casey’s ride on an antigrav subway culminates in the automated conductor announcing “Now arriving: Spaceport,” I am not ashamed to tell you that my eyes welled with tears of geeky joy. We need to hear things like that. So we can imagine that they are possible.

Tomorrowland gets rather heavy-handed delivering this message — we need hope! we need imagination! — in its finale, but I can forgive this, because we really do need to hear these things said, and then we really do need to accept them and engage in them. At one point, Frank, while he’s still cranky and cynical, accuses Casey of being “too smart for your own good,” and that’s another thing the film ultimately disposes of as being nonsense. There is no such thing as “too smart for your own good.” Only “too disheartened to fix the things that need fixing.” We will need smarts, along with hope, to fix them.

See also my #WhereAreTheWomen rating of Tomorrowland for its representation of girls and women.

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