Review: Fascist 'Starship' troops lacking in irony
November 11, 1997
Web posted at: 6:20 p.m. EST (2320 GMT)
From Reviewer Paul Tatara
(CNN) -- Good news! Hollywood has finally screwed up the
courage and ambition to make a movie about super-buffed Orkin
men killing irate, 10-foot-tall spiders, and I say it's long
overdue. For a while there I thought they were gonna keep
wasting our time on stupid stuff, like "Spawn," in which a
vengeful mutant roams the Earth accompanied by an insane
farting clown from hell.
Once again, there's no point in my reviewing the movie I've
just watched. Everybody's going to argue that "Starship
Troopers" is supposed to be ridiculous, and that's why
it was worth all the cash and energy that went into it. It's
very loud, very elaborate, very expensive foolishness,
they'll say, and isn't that what this country is really all
about?
This is the kind of logic that actually got a guy like Ross
Perot on the ballot for president, so I suppose there's no
fighting it anymore. But I'm not about to surrender.
There's a lot going on in "Starship Troopers" that's nowhere
near as benign as people want to pretend it is, and willfully
ignoring it doesn't make watching this thing any less
demeaning.
Going in, I figured the movie would be idiotic, but I'd be
able to enjoy some amazing special effects and get out
intact. Well, the effects are spectacular (at $100 million,
they'd better be), but I left the theater dumbstruck and
deeply saddened by what I had seen.
Director Paul Verhoeven (who's also brought us gruel like
"Basic Instinct" and "Showgirls") has made the world's first
winkingly fascist film, and I'm not over-analyzing to come to
that conclusion.
The story is set in a futuristic society in which
war-glorifying propaganda films are repeatedly shown on TV
and citizenship is only given to people who join the
military.
The officers in that military have no qualms about snapping
an arm or jamming a knife through the hand of a cadet who
steps out of line ... that is, when they don't tie them up
and whip them. (This is all supposedly done tongue-in-cheek,
if you can imagine that.)
Many of the uniforms are highly reminiscent of the ones worn
by Hitler's SS troops; some, in fact, are near-exact
duplicates, including shiny jackboots.
The cadets themselves (males and females train, and, of
course, shower together), are personality-challenged hunks of
perfect muscles, breasts, and hair. They also have big,
dreamy eyes.
The first hour of the movie, during which the young
protagonists pine for the chance to gloriously die in
uniform, is comprised of the kinds of actors you see on an
Aaron Spelling program kissing and going to dances while
being trained in proper killing techniques.
It's "Melrose Place" meets "Triumph of the Will," and if that
isn't a logical, highly calculated extension of where our
guts-and-glamour-obsessed pop culture is leading us, I don't
know what is. This is not an accident; it's blatantly shoved
in your face. The sheer visceral thrill of it all is bound
to put fannies in the seats, so good taste or common sense be
damned. Just like Nuremberg.
I know. You think I'm going too far. Well, what are we
supposed to make of the fact that when these Beverly Hills
Aryans go into battle, it's against faceless masses, huge
bugs that are considered to be so brainless, all you have to
do is spray bullets into them and watch the guts fly? How
can you make a "war" movie in which the enemy is not expected
to be capable of any kind of strategic thought? Just gather
them together and kill as many as you can, all at once.
They're not human anyway. Those of you who have ever
bothered to crack open a history book will have heard this
one before.
Not only is "Starship Troopers" vapid and manipulative, it's
actually arrogant about its own emptiness. Verhoeven (who
truly ought to be ashamed) throws in the occasional silly
joke, which is his way of saying that this is all in good
fun, but that stretches our definitions of both "good" and
"fun" to the outer limits. The idea is that this a parody of
a war movie. Fascism, being a great deal less than pure
evil, is really just silly. All these beautiful young people
line up to die for their country, then they do so, and hardly
anything is left. Isn't that a scream?
You have to wonder exactly who Verhoeven is aiming this
so-called joke at. World War II irony is not going to play
very well with modern teen-agers who, in all likelihood,
couldn't tell you who Richard Nixon was, let alone Adolf
Hitler. (And don't argue that an R rating keeps them out of
the theater, because we all know that it doesn't.) That
said, I hardly think that a man who devoted two years of his
life to making "Showgirls" is in any position to be wielding
irony as a storytelling device. Verhoeven needs to put that
thing down before he hurts somebody.
If you want to see "Starship Troopers" and mull over its
content, go ahead. I'm telling you, though, you'd be wise to
keep your kids away from this stuff. Joyous, chest-pounding
mutilations, bodies and bugs exploding, people getting ripped
in half. The hits just keep on coming. There's also nudity,
if that could possibly make any difference. Rated R. 129
minutes.