Mr. Burns, a Post-Electric Play uses The Simpsons episode Cape Feare to show us how stories evolve over time, particularly in a post-apocalyptic world. Boots Riley (I Love Boosters) recently announced that he’s bringing it to the screen. Meanwhile, you can catch its closest thematic cousin, Alejandro G. Innaritu’s Digger, in theatres now.
Or, not. I've seen the numbers ...
Digger Rockwell (Tom Cruise) is the biggest oil man around. A methane leak at his Greenland field eventually causes a huge iceberg to break off. Unless somebody does something, the iceberg will slam into Norway and flood Europe with the resulting tidal waves. Digger, the ailing President Compson (John Goodman) and their advisors get to work futzing around. They consider some solutions, like blowing it up or praying on it melting, but they don’t work.
What I just described were scenes from Fossil Fools, a stage play that dramatizes Digger and co.’s incompetence. As the show rehearses its 25th anniversary performance, Curtis Markson, who’s playing Digger, has a lot on his mind. He argues with Hannah (Sophie Wilde), the director, over their interpretation of Digger. His daughter, Hope (Flora Higgins), has seemingly disappeared into a commonplace super hurricane. And did I mention the state of the world? The show must go on, somehow.
(And now you know why I brought up Mr. Burns.)
There’s no denying that Cruise goes all out as Digger Rockwell. He’s got a silly accent, some bombastic speeches and bouts of over-acting. Thank goodness Fossil Fools gives his performance context; otherwise, it’s just there. I didn’t hate him, as others have, but I wasn’t laughing like crazy. The only time I kind of pitied him was when he spreads the ashes of his cat, Maggie, across the sea. Curtis Markson, on the other hand, is a much more compelling character with everything he’s facing. His story, at least, ends with something resembling hope (ha ha).
Did I find anything funny? The first thing I found funny was Dr. Nirav Ganesh (Riz Ahmed), Diggers’ top scientist, being drunk. Granted, he’s drowning his sorrows over the impending doomsday, but Ahmed’s clearly having fun here. Ganesh, as an aside, is the one who advocated hoping for the ice to melt, but he’s also one of the few truly likable characters in Fossil Fools. Goodman’s President Compson is a bombastic idiot, but even he gets points for shutting up his obnoxious Reverend (Stephen Wight). It also leads to the optimistic revelation that the famed “nuclear football” is a series of codes that some people have to, but might not want to, read.
Who else do we have in the cast? There’s Kenny (Jesse Plemmons), Digger’s nephew and the producer of Fossil Fools, who’s interesting in his moral ambiguities. His mother, Emma (Sandra Huller), is just there in Fossil Fools to yell at Digger. His assistant, Lina (Emma D’Arcy), gets even less to do. Danny Kirrane, whose Clarkson tries to warn Digger about the ice, makes the most of his limited screentime. Gen. Fitzgerald (Robert John Burke), Compson’s Military Chief of Staff, is practically Dr. Strangelove’s Buck Turgidson, but not as amusing. Compson’s Vice President Eddie (Michael Stuhlbarg) is just fine, I guess.
I’m a lot more positive on its technical style, though. Emmanuel Lubezki’s desaturated cinematography is just as appealing as the usual Wes Anderson film. He also provides some interesting oners, including the final shot, as well as some magnificent skies. Richard Johnson & Dennis Gassner’s gigantic production design, for both real and play worlds, is simply splendorous. A few choice locales include Digger’s mansion, the European parliament, and the actual theater itself. Amongst the in-universe visual effects, the most interesting is the mammoth rear projection system. The animatronic Maggie, ambient sounds and score by Cosmo Sheldrake, are all unsettling by design. They do their job too good at times.
Yes, I spoiled Digger’s big metafictional twist, but it shows up relatively early on. As I said before, it gives a lot of context to its 129-minutes of craziness. Some may see it as a self-important satire of satires, but there’s a good point about the power of escapism in there, too. As bleak as it is, it’s a bit more optimistic and tolerable than Don’t Look Up. You'll have a lot to think about if you check out this odd movie. As for me, I still have several more reviews to go this month. I've said enough about this one.