Laser Floyd it ain't.
The
formerly city-dwelling Gardner family moves to a remote country house
after wife and mother Nancy (Joely Ricahrdson) undergoes a mastectomy,
the idea being that the rustic tranquility of their alpaca farm will aid
in her recovery. Along with Nancy are her husband Nathan (Nicholas
Cage), stoner eldest son Benny (Brendan Meyer), Wiccan middle child
Lavinia (Madeleine Arthur), and Jack (Julian Hilliard), the youngest.
All is going well, what with Lavinia performing amateur rituals to keep
her mom's cancer at bay, and Nathan tenderly proving to Nancy how much
he loves her (she is at a loss for grasping how he could possibly still
find her desirable), but their charmingly idyllic world is irrevocably
thrown into chaos when a meteorite plummets from the stars and lands in
their yard, accompanied by a spectacular and rather lysergic lightshow.
This out-of-this-world rock possess a number of strange properties, such
as causing the local flora and fauna to mutate into creatures that are
definitely not of this world, allowing young Jack to communicate with
unseen "friends," contaminating fruit and vegetable crops, and rendering
the local water sources undrinkable. Matters only get weirder as more
strange life forms manifest, tempers flare, and a semi-catatonic Nancy
cuts off some of her fingers while chopping carrots. From there things
go full-tilt cosmic as Nathan basically goes completely mad and the
entity from within the meteorite shows up to wreak unfathomable havoc.
Sometimes being 12 miles away from any hope of help is a stone-cold
bitch.
The latest mining of the vast lode that is H.P. Lovecraft and his concepts, COLOR OUT OF SPACE is one of the most evocative screen adaptations of the author's catalog, deftly managing to visualize his signature cosmic and unknowable sense of crawling dread and man's utter insignificance when stacked against powerful beings from beyond. The cast is solid, with Nicholas Cage stealing the show with a slow-burn full-tilt gonzo decent into madness (or what he simply calls Tuesday), and a fun turn by Tommy Chong as Ezra, the friendly hippie squatter who resides on the Gardners' property and who is the first to truly twig to what is transpiring.
I
won't go into the surprises that film has in store, but I will state
that the film's leisurely pace allows us to get to know all of the
characters and actually care about them before the shit goes south. They
are all likeable people and none of them deserve what turns up in their
front yard. All I'll say is that the third act owes a large and
disturbing debt to John Carpenter's THE THING (1982), and that COLOR OUT
OF SPACE is absolutely worth your time. Very much RECOMMENDED.
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