Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets Screen 56 of 8 reviews

Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets


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  • Besson, an industrial-strength entertainer and the reigning maximalist of the European film industry, isn’t selling originality so much as volume. He has made a madly overstuffed Mos Eisley Cantina of a movie, one that surveys its diverse alien constituencies with the wide-eyed wonderment of a small child and the attention span to boot.

  • The difference between the film and its equally expensive contemporaries is Luc Besson's playful, childlike naïveté.

  • It’s rare, then, to see a film this extravagant that also feels, for better or worse, like the work of a single personality. The longer action scenes may not always rank with Besson’s early ’90s highlights (Léon: The Professional, La Femme Nikita) or the mania of the more recent Lucy, but there isn’t a moment in this ludicrous, lushly self-indulgent movie that doesn’t feel like its creator is having the time of his life.

  • This phenomenon pretty much defines Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets, a film of overwhelming vision and silliness that Besson has apparently been wanting to make since he was ten — actually, literally ten — and first discovered Pierre Christin and Jean-Claude Mézières’s groundbreaking French comics Valerian and Laureline. I’m not versed in the source material, so I can’t speak to the movie’s fidelity, but something tells me Besson has made it very much his own.

  • Besson has always had a thing for strong heroines, and while Delevingne isn’t the focus here, it’s easy to dream that she could have been. The movie offers us a world full of spectral, digital curiosities; who cares whether the dweeb gets the girl? Well, Besson does — making Valerian a little boring, at the end of the day, though not unenjoyable. It’s too much of a feast for the senses to be a bad movie, but it has too little A-game Besson to be a good one.

  • A luxurious, appealingly daffy spectacle, a true vision unchecked by the standards of good taste, and that in and of itself is a quality worth savoring. But its design is pixel-deep, without the underlying thought that makes great science fiction worth revisiting. It’ll look amazing on a TV in a Best Buy some day.

  • The effort that went into the creation of the images is evident, from conception to realization; yet my experience of Besson’s film is that its quantity of imagination was mainly a substitute for its quality, that Besson in effect leaned outward to impress viewers rather than leaning inward to seek himself. The element of self-revelation in “Valerian” is one of hectic showmanship rather than of his own curiosity and discovery, of his own pleasure.

  • A travesty of storytelling... Unlike so many hyperactive would-be blockbusters, Valerian is not like a visit to a theme park. It’s like gliding on a tramway through an international expo on the World of Tomorrow… and Tomorrow… and Tomorrow… The action is meant to be edge-of-your-seat, but we end up leaning back to take it all in. It’s so bereft of narrative tension and emotion and refulgent with visual invention that it functions strictly as spectacle—before it stops functioning at all.

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