First things first: I had a really good time watching Ready Player One . As promised, the movie feels like an opportunity for Steven Spielberg to return to his roots as a blockbuster filmmaker, and to take all the toys out of the box and smash them together.
The film is based on Ernest Cline’s bestselling novel, with a script by Cline and Zak Penn. It’s ostensibly set in Columbus, Ohio, 30 times in the future, in a world overwhelmed by climate change and overpopulation. But Ready Player One ‘ s real setting is the OASIS, an enormous virtual reality world.
The story’s hero is Wade Watts( played by Tye Sheridan ), who spends the majority of members of his time in the OASIS, hoping to complete three challenges left behind by James Halliday, the technology’s discoverer. Halliday has promised that the first person to complete current challenges will gain control of the OASIS.
The film’s central achievement is bringing this virtual world to life. Rather than aiming for a photo-real effect, Spielberg has embraced the OASIS’ essentially cartoony and video game-like qualities, and after a few minutes of acclimation, I had no problem jumping back-and-forth between the movie’s digital free-for-all and its live act dystopia.
It’s clear that the specific characteristics take what has happened in the OASIS as severely as anything in the “real world,” and that they ascertain their virtual avatars as an extension or expres of their real selves, so I was happy to follow their lead.
And as Who Framed Roger Rabbit ? em> and Wreck-it Ralph have already shown, there can be something exhilarating about assuring components from classic cinemas and video games thrown together. I genuinely felt like I was 10 years old again as I watched the first big set piece, with Wade racing through the streets of New York City in his Back to the Future -style DeLorean, dodging King Kong and the Tyrannosaurus from Jurassic Park . em>
But I likewise felt a rapidly growing sense of diminishing returns.
True, Spielberg and other directors of his generation have openly borrowed from age-old movies throughout their jobs. Raiders of the Lost Ark and Star Wars were inspired by the pop culture that Spielberg and his friend George Lucas desired as kids, but those movies transformed what had come before into something new.
There’s nothing quite as magical here. At its worst, Ready Player One amounts to little more than a game of spot-the-reference. And even at its best, any excitement feelings more like a rapidly fading sugar rushed , not the indelible thrill of Spielberg’s best work.
He’s has been happy to talk about Ready Player One as a return to stimulating movies” from the audience, for the audience ,” but Spielberg’s also indicated that he has more on his intellect than pure amusement — that the film is meant to highlight some of the ways that the Internet and virtual reality could be used to isolate us, to distract from the world’s very real problems.
Some of that comes across in the film’s opening instants, when Wade climbs down a tower of rundown trailers. Inside each one, we can see that his neighbours are all hidden behind goggles, living in their own fantasies.
But despite a few pious nods towards the importance of the real world, the cinema doesn’t seem very interested in the flaws of the OASIS — or the dark side of the nostalgic fan culture that Wade incarnates. Sure, Wade has a hard time to talking to daughters, but it’s clear that where reference is tackles the film’s rogue( a corporate executive who could never adoration John Hughes movies the route Wade does ), we’re meant to see cheer him on as he says,” A fanboy knows a hater .”
And while Mark Rylance delivers the film’s most compelling performance as Halliday, the script falls short. By portraying the stronger technologist in the world as a lonely, awkward but ultimately benign and Willy Wonka-ish figure, it feels strangely out-of-sync with 2018, when everyone else seems to be wrestling with the damage that these digital platforms may be doing.
And yet … I had a good time. I seemed plenty of reservations as I left the theater, but I built my peace with them by accepting Ready Player One as the ultimate expres of geek nostalgia, with all the moralities and the limitations that implies.
I suspect Spielberg and Cline have taken us as far down the pop culture rabbit pit as any movie can go. Hopefully, other filmmakers will realize that, and they’ll looking elsewhere for inspiration.