Pixar alum Andrew Stanton Plus Michael Chabon Equals ‘John Carter’

Pixar alum Andrew Stanton Plus Michael Chabon Equals 'John Carter'-

John Carter, the movie, has been in development for a hundred years. No wonder it’s such a tangle of time, space, and narrative points of view.

John Carter, the man, is from Virginia but he was in Arizona when he wound up on Mars. That was in 1868, but our tale, as unfurled in a 2012 film based on a 1912 story, begins in 1881. And he is its protagonist, although the account is relayed through his young nephew, who will grow up to become the prolific pulp fictioneer Edgar Rice Burroughs.

Meanwhile, Burroughs’ swashbuckling sci-fi serial will grow up to become a movie by the director of Wall-E, with writing help from the author of The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, and starring the heartthrob from Friday Night Lights.

If the result feels ponderously derivative of Star Wars and Avatar and everything in between — an irony given source material without which those movies might not have existed — well, that’s what a century’s worth of development will do.

Carter, played by Taylor Kitsch, is a former Confederate Army captain who finds himself teleported to the red planet, where lesser gravity lets him leap tall boulders, and toss them around, like a superhero. How he breathes and keeps warm is only implied; apparently there is an atmosphere on Mars, and it retains at least enough sunshine that a loincloth is all the outerwear one really needs.

Also, there are Martians. They aren’t little green men but big ones, tall and reedy, with four arms each and facial tusks. With their brute exoticism and clannish codes of honor, they exude an old colonialist’s idea of noble savagery, as quaintly outdated as the astronomical understanding that inspired their fictive world. But these folks are not the only residents of Barsoom, as Mars is known in the local parlance. In fact the place is all too crowded. It has humans, of sorts, as well, and the problems they bring.

Having tried to put America’s War Between the States behind him, Carter inadvertently catalyzes a war between Martian city states. Theirs is more of a swords-and-sandals affair, if Lynn Collins as the lusciously bikinied scientist-warrior princess is any indication, but Carter seems up to it. And with a visual scheme so handsomely commensurate with fantasy artist Frank Frazetta’s eye-popping covers for Burroughs’ books, well, who wouldn’t be?

The princess’ father, an affably pudgy Ciaran Hinds, has arranged her marriage to a blandly villainous Dominic West, who’s been terrorizing the planet with powers on loan from passive-aggressively meddling aliens led by a shorn-headed Mark Strong. And from here it gets even more tangled.

It is rather a lot for Mill Valley-based director Andrew Stanton, a Pixar mainstay here making his live-action debut, to handle. Written by Stanton, his writing partner Mark Andrews, and East Bay superstar novelist Michael Chabon, himself a longtime Martian-adventure freak (see also The McSweeney’s Mammoth Treasury of Thrilling Tales), John Carter ultimately comes across as smart and sleek but just not quite special enough.

Kitsch certainly has the right last name for this enterprise, and more or less the right cipher-like presence: a vessel into which 12-year-olds of all ages might project themselves. (Sometimes he seems like a poor man’s James Franco, but then, sometimes, so does James Franco.) And if Kitsch’s co-stars — Willem Dafoe, Thomas Haden Church, and Bryan Cranston, variously obscured by fabricated pixels or facial hair — seem also to fade into the scenery now and then, at least the scenery is exquisite.

Living up to reported uncertainty about whether it’ll become a trilogy, John Carter feels hurried and crammed. But the movie, like the man, is lighter on its feet than seems possible. Or at least highly committed to its own pulpy panache. You want to tease it for being so earnest, but there’s no time, too much to take in, so instead you just keep the fistfuls of popcorn coming.

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Jonathan Kiefer

Look, Jonathan Kiefer doesn't like this any more than you do. But he'd read your little bio blurb if you asked him to, so just humor him, ok? Kiefer lives in San Francisco, but hasn't always. He has been a pop-culture columnist for San Francisco magazine and an arts-and-culture editor for the Sacramento News & Review. He still is a contributing editor at Maisonneuve magazine and a movie critic for publications of various size, shape, disposition and value to humanity. These include, but hopefully are not limited to, SF Weekly, the San Francisco Chronicle, Salon, The New Republic, Film Quarterly and the New York Times Book Review. Kiefer lucked into being a contributor to the 2007 Sierra Club Books anthology A Leaky Tent Is a Piece of Paradise: 20 Young Writers on Finding a Place in the Natural World, and his book about the cinema of the San Francisco Bay Area is forthcoming (no, seriously) from City Lights Books.

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