Carpenter quickly cuts off what's good about Ghosts
After Pam Grier loses her head in a promising opening
scene of butchy banter, Ghosts of Mars just gets worse
James "Desolation" Williams (Ice Cube, left) and
(Jason Statham) battle evil Martian ghosts.
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Starring Natasha Henstridge, Ice Cube, Jason Statham, Pam Grier, Clea Duvall and Joanna Cassidy.
18A. 98 min.
By KATHERINE MONK
At one point in John
Carpenter's latest schlock attack, Ghosts of Mars, the butt-kicking cop played by
Natasha Henstridge makes it to safety after a 20-minute battle sequence with
blood-thirsty assailants that nearly leaves her headless.
She has a chance at making
it back home in one piece, but instead of hopping on the next ship back to
Earth, she tells the remnants of her crew that they have to go back to the battle
zone. "We have to," she says in all earnestness. "This is about dominion."
In other words, this
burnt-orange waste dump of a planet teeming with severed heads and monsters
pulled from the parking lot of a Marilyn Manson concert is a place nice
enough to call home.
Personally, I can
think of a lot of things more appealing than living in a concrete bunker on the
red, red sands of home — where psychotic bludgeoners and body-pierced ghouls
roam.
Then again, this
movie is not aimed at me. I have no idea just who Carpenter was trying to reach
with this dreary mess of cartoon violence, lame lines and cosmetics abuse,
except perhaps the handful of genuine psychotics who feel they, too, have been
possessed by Martians — but there's little doubt that even the most hardcore
Carpenter fan will find Ghosts of Mars a complete disappointment.
The film had
promise. Opening with a scene of butchy banter between team leader Braddock (Pam
Grier) and Lieutenant Melanie Ballard (Henstridge), I thought I was about to
experience another sci-fi kitsch fest in the spirit of Paul Verhoeven's satirical
Starship Troopers. No sooner do we arrive at our destination of a small
Martian mining colony, however, than we lose Grier, our tough-talking team
leader.
Poof. Gone.
Decapitated just like that.
Things just get worse
from there. In one pathetic sequence, we go from Henstridge telling her macho
sergeant that "I might sleep with you if you were the last man on Earth
... and we aren't even on Earth," to necking with him in a storage room
five minutes later.
If that weren't had
enough, the only two people who do have any chemistry -Henstridge and Ice Cube,
who plays a dangerous criminal named Desolation Williams (aieee! scary!) — save
each others' lives several times over, but don't so much as kiss.
No logic. No
motivation. Bad special effects and little more than a thread of a script, Ghosts
of Mars makes the old Star Trek look like Blade Runner.
So I guess in the big picture, the premature decapitation
sort of fits the movie perfectly. A loose collage of moronic dialogue,
screaming fits as an excuse for acting, and blurry shots of blood spurting from
severed limbs, nothing quite sums up the experience of seeing the mindless movie
called Ghosts of Mars like someone losing their head in the first few frames.
Next time, Mr.
Carpenter says "cut" — I hope he doesn't mean it literally.