Supernova (2000)


Walter Hill, Jack Sholder and Francis Ford Coppola direct James Spader, Angela Bassett and Peter Facinelli in this ‘Dead Calm in Space’ rip-off with an infamously troubled production. 

I like a stinky Hollywood clusterfuck. Not for reasons of schadenfreude either, I enjoy looking for signs of a frustrated process; the director changes, the late reshoots with their wigs and actor weight shifts, the wonky fudges to reedit the storyline. A good post mortem to figure what tragedy occurred , like a ghoulish crossword puzzle, even if the film is face value terrible. And they aren’t always awful. I contend the longer version of Alien3 is a masterpiece even if Fincher was put through absolute bureaucratic hell making it, Rogue One with its reshoots and creative consultants is the best Star Wars movie despite tons of late in the day “correction”, and World War Z’s completely rewritten final half hour closes off a surprisingly intense summer thrill ride that I had very little excitement for going in. But they can’t all be winners, kid. And Supernova is a prime example of the latter catergory. A simple enough spaceship set horror with a decent cast and no originality went through more directors than cast members almost, and more money than ever should be spent on a movie that consist of three electric blue lit sets where just about every male actor wanders aimlessly around topless for 90 dull minutes. The biggest sign of tinkering is the zero gravity sex scene where the character are changed in the editing process. The far older James Spader suddenly has the arse of a 20 year old, while Angela Bassett has the body shape of Robin Tunney… and yes Robin Tunney is not a black lady so they digitally alter her skin tone too. Oh dear! The movie itself is unambitious yet ineffective. The focus seems to be on a sex romp on a ship ruined when a psycho gets on board. But the romp is never jaunty or attractive, the thriller elements never gripping. It just goes through it juddery motions and you are left with mysteries you either missed the explanation for as they are so brief or they just gave up on linking together. How did stranded on the planet surface Spader get back on the ship to save the day? Did I blink? Surely that should be a set piece, not a problem solved with a quick line of exposition dialogue? The trailer was edited to Tom Jones’ cover of “Momma Told Me Not to Come”. Momma was right, the studio couldn’t be accused of false advertising. This ain’t no way to have fun. A completely redundant exercise.


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