By Rene Rodriguez, The Miami Herald
In the near future as depicted in Moon, Earth’s energy crisis has been solved by mining fuel from rocks on the dark side of the moon’s surface. The elaborate operation, which is run by a private company, is almost entirely automated, requiring the supervision of only one person who serves a three-year stint.
Currently holding the job is Sam Bell (Sam Rockwell), who has two weeks left before he gets to come home. Sam is eager to see his wife (Dominique McElligott) and young daughter, with whom he has communicated via taped video messages. Sam is eager to have someone to talk to other than Gerty, the robotic assistant that prepares his meals, cuts his hair and speaks to him in the mellifluous voice of Kevin Spacey (doing his best imitation of 2001’s HAL). Gerty is a pleasant companion, for a machine, but “I’m talking to myself on a regular basis,” Sam says, lamenting his need for simple human interaction.
But as his departure date draws nearer, curious things start to happen: a young woman suddenly materializes in Sam’s favorite chair and then vanishes. Was she really there, or is Sam starting to see things?
Moon, which marks the directorial debut of Duncan Jones (David Bowie’s son), openly quotes 2001 and Solaris, another science-fiction tale set in outer space that concentrated on the inner space of its characters’ minds.
But Jones’ modest, resolutely focused movie is up to something far different from the motivation driving either of those classics. Moon cleverly toys with our expectations and the baggage we bring from other sci-fi pictures. We keep waiting for the amiable Gerty to short-circuit and turn against Sam or for alien visitors to knock on his door, to help or try to kill him. Instead, Moon heads elsewhere, becoming a melancholy meditation on loneliness and man’s eternal struggle to accept mortality.
Cast: Sam Rockwell, Dominique McElligott, Kaya Scoledario, Benedict Wong, Kevin Spacey (voice only).
Director: Duncan Jones.
Screenwriter: Nathan Parker.
Producers: Stuart Fenegan, Trudie Styler.
A Sony Pictures Classics release. Running time: 97 minutes. Vulgar language, adult themes. Playing Miami-Dade only: Cosford, Miami Beach Cinematheque.