Tomorrowland (2015) | Decent Films - SDG Reviews (2024)

Tomorrowland argues that the future is as dark or as bright as we choose to make it; that artists, scientists and dreamers can save the world; that the dystopian post-apocalyptic nightmares dominating popular culture are killing us, and are no more inevitable or realistic than the Space-Age techno-optimism of Disney’s Tomorrowland and EPCOT, Roddenberry-era Star Trek and even The Jetsons.

Perhaps Athena was right to feel that young Frank deserved credit for effort; I expect much more from Bird, the director of some of my favorite animated films, not to mention my favorite Mission: Impossible film. Not to let Bird off the hook, but surely screenwriter Damon Lindelof is a big part of the problem. Tomorrowland exemplifies what seems to be Lindelof’s trademark: early sizzle and a great sense of promise dissipating by the disappointing third act (see: Star Trek Into Darkness, Cowboys vs. Aliens, Prometheus and perhaps Lost, unseen by me).

Tomorrowland argues that the future is as dark or as bright as we choose to make it; that artists, scientists and dreamers can save the world; that the dystopian post-apocalyptic nightmares dominating popular culture are killing us, and are no more inevitable or realistic than the Space-Age techno-optimism of Disney’s Tomorrowland and EPCOT, Roddenberry-era Star Trek and even The Jetsons. I’m all in favor of these ideas, but if Bird of all people can’t make them more compelling, there’s no reason George Miller should ever retire Mad Max.

The real protagonist of Tomorrowland is not Frank, but Casey Newton (Britt Robertson, 25, but playing younger), a dreamer who lives in a present-day world in which the dreams of the Space Age are being abandoned and dismantled. Casey’s father is a NASA engineer slated to be laid off when the launch platforms at Cape Canaveral have been disassembled — a project Casey sabotages each night, partly out of nostalgia for the space program and partly to prolong her father’s employment.

Like young Frank, Casey is unexpectedly, inexplicably heralded by a shining vision of Tomorrowland — but unlike Frank, she can’t get into that world, with sometimes amusing results. When she goes in search of answers, she gets more than she bargained for: She’s attacked, rescued, chased, abandoned, left out in the cold, attacked again, rescued again, chased some more and eventually goes farther than she ever thought possible. At some point she’s thrown together with grizzled, disillusioned old Frank Walker, whose Tomorrowland adventure apparently ended badly. Athena’s still around, still 13, and she and Frank don’t get along.

Bird is a master of action set pieces, as The Incredibles and Mission: Impossible — Ghost Protocol amply attest, and he makes this stuff diverting enough. A siege at Frank’s house, in particular, is excitingly well-staged and full of inventive touches. An entertaining scene in a nostalgia shop featuring Keegan-Michael Key and Kathryn Hahn feels a bit like a side trip to the world of Men in Black, even though there are no aliens.

The problem is the way Tomorrowland ultimately becomes a message-driven tract or public service announcement, almost a kind of secular faith-based film — call it Tomorrow’s Not Dead — with its faith in special people doing inspiring things.

But it’s all just diversion — just the plot spinning wheels until it’s time for the third act. None of this has anything to do with Tomorrowland, or with the threatened dystopian alternative. It doesn’t even all fit. Take the scary robots: Once we learn who’s behind them and what his motivations are, does their casual disregard for human life (more than once they vaporize inconvenient police officers or guards) make sense?

In the third act the movie’s half-baked humanism mutates into something more egregious. There have been intimations throughout that Tomorrowland is about the literal power of positive thinking: Optimism about the future and a belief in our capacity to change things can actually exert a transforming effect on the world.

That’s not necessarily a problem, nor is the movie’s other idea that cynical pop culture is killing us and we’re better off feeding our hopes and dreams than our fear and despair. The problem is the way Tomorrowland ultimately becomes a message-driven tract or public service announcement, almost a kind of secular faith-based film — call it Tomorrow’s Not Dead — with its faith in special people doing inspiring things.

Ironically, the climax turns, not on anything inspiring or creative, but on standard action-movie shooting, explosions, giant robots and a Marvel-movie MacGuffin, a black box of badness we’ve got to destroy before it does the bad thing it does. Casey is abruptly sidelined here; we’ve been told throughout the film what a special person she is, with her unshakable belief in the power of people to change things and her intuitive understanding of “how things work,” but none of this is ultimately crucial to fixing the problem.

Instead, the focus returns to Frank and Athena, and here things get awkward. Clooney is playing a character whose heart was broken as a young boy by a girl who is still played by 13-year-old Cassidy. Didn’t anyone making this movie notice that their tender final scene is at least borderline creepy? (If it’s still a spoiler at this point to say it, it’s yet another tale of a human male falling in love with a female A.I., along with Ex Machina and Her.)

Perhaps the biggest disappointment in a would-be inspirational film about a bright and shining future is that Tomorrowland itself is all promise, no delivery: a Shangri-La that dissolves like a mirage. Tomorrowland calls to Casey as seductively as Bali Ha’i in Rodgers and Hammerstein’s South Pacific, but the reality when she gets there is even more of a letdown than “Happy Talk.”

Bird and Lindelof haven’t crafted a living, breathing, visionary environment we can walk around in and get to know, where we can imagine ourselves living, the way James Cameron did with Pandora in Avatar. I have a clearer idea of what it would mean to live in the world of The Jetsons than what it would mean to live in Tomorrowland.

In its final images (spoilers, obviously), Tomorrowland flings its arms open wide, embracing all the dreamers of the world of every kindred, tongue, people and nation, inviting them all to the promised land, a multicultural paradise on earth looking a bit like a painting in a Jehovah’s Witnesses tract. This mirrors the global vibe of EPCOT, though it’s a little condescending that people of color are deemed worthy to play in the sandbox only after the white protagonists have saved the day.

More troubling is the way the emphasis on “specialness” — a notable theme in both of Bird’s Pixar films — plays out here. In The Incredibles and Ratatouille, those with gifts used them because they found fulfillment in doing so, but also for the benefit or the appreciation of ordinary people. Mr. Incredible saves ordinary people who really need saving, and Remy prepares food that ordinary people really enjoy.

In Tomorrowland, there’s talk about saving the world, but all we actually see onscreen is a solidarity of artists, scientists and dreamers called to live apart from common folk in utopian creative freedom. For years some have raised questions about an Ayn Randian Objectivist vibe in Bird’s movies: a preoccupation with special people and an indifference to ordinary ones. That never struck me as a plausible critique of any of his films — until this one.

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