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“The Martian” is Everything You Want it to Be

The Martian and its astronaut cast

An astronaut in the third manned mission to Mars becomes stranded during a storm. Believing him dead, his crew aborts their mission, abandons the planet, and launches back toward Earth. A botanist by trade and trapped in a harsh climate, the stranded Mark Watney (Matt Damon) has to figure out how to collect water, grow plants in unfriendly soil, and survive the harsh temperatures of Mars.

All the while, NASA must figure out how to help him, communicate, and (perhaps most interestingly) navigate the needs of a rescue mission through a politically aggressive media.

At the center of the story, Damon balances desperation with a sort of positive, confident, self-deprecating attitude, as if playing Chris Pratt with a dramatic range. It’s a superb display of trying to remain mentally healthy and positive in what would otherwise be a depressing and hopeless survival situation. Even if the focus of the film isn’t on big moments of acting, Damon textures the role with a great deal of nuance. The film doesn’t use elongated, weepy moments as a crutch. Watney loses his cool, enjoys success and failure, and struggles to remain stable at points, but this isn’t “Cast Away.” Damon is excellent, but his emotional state isn’t the focus here; his actions are. In this way, he carries the film’s momentum on his shoulders.

Damon is something special in the film, but he’s not the only one. As his mission commander Melissa Lewis, Jessica Chastain (“Interstellar”) continues conveying entire character histories with just a glance. Her ability to be an emotionally open book and a consummate professional all at once is recognizable to audiences because most of us struggle with that balance in our daily lives. Even if Lewis gets a fraction of the screen time Watney does, everything about her is humanity at its best and most responsible. Few actors could command so much loyalty in the space of a handful of scenes.

On the ground, NASA is in the hands of administrators played by Sean Bean, Jeff Daniels, Chiwetel Ejiofor, and Kristen Wiig. Decisions range from assembling another supply mission to keep Watney fed, to whether to tell the crew who left him that he remains alive. Surprisingly, these decisions hold as much intensity as Watney’s unique struggle. Balancing the practical with the political on Earth becomes as life-or-death for Watney as things like food and water.

There’s an incredible translation of science happening in the film. Watney relies on his scientific know-how, on knowledge of botany, chemistry, electronics, and astrophysics that are masterfully translated for the audience. Complex ideas are skillfully communicated in simple, practical ways.

This plays into one of the most remarkable things about “The Martian.” It is by far the least “Ridley Scott” of director Ridley Scott’s movies. After a string of films that’s gone from “Prometheus” to “The Counselor” to “Exodus: Gods and Kings,” each one more trapped inside of its own style than the last, it’s refreshing to know Scott can still just tell a story. “The Martian” isn’t subject to strange visual experiments or odd editing. If anything, its visual storytelling errs on the side of safe. That works for a film like this. The story is so compelling, the actors so commanding, too much extra style might have ultimately become too distracting. Scott instead relies on techniques he’s often avoided in his career: rapid jump-cut editing, voice-over, point-of-view shots, fast-motion, and a relatively still camera.

The easiest comparison in subject matter would be the most recent stranded-in-space film, “Gravity.” These are two very different movies, however. “Gravity” envelops viewers in a visceral experience reminiscent of horror movies. “The Martian” offers a very different kind of intensity. It evokes something less existential and more practical. If anything, “The Martian” takes on a very matter-of-fact tone that resembles one of the most realistic portrayals of space disaster, “Apollo 13.”

One extra note: Ridley Scott has become one of the premier directors of 3D. As many other problems as “Prometheus” and “Exodus” had, their 3D was downright sumptuous. “The Martian” is no different, and its otherworldly setting offers up a lot of opportunities both before and beyond the screen. Flying dust, bits of debris, and a looming spaceship all feature. So do vast Martian canyons and valleys, calling upon the haunting beauty and loneliness of being stranded in a strange wilderness. His 3D is exceptionally detailed and makes tremendous use of the foreground. Nausea’s not a problem because there’s not a ton of fast movement, but if you get headaches, that’s from the foreground detail. In this case, sit a little further back in the theater, so that you’re at least the height of the middle of the screen. Of course, the film will play exceptionally in 2D as well without losing its beauty.

There’s language, brief rear nudity, and a scene of injury, but it’s very safe for children and I’d highly encourage it as a family film that can help spur discussions about science and space.

Does it Pass the Bechdel-Wallace Test?

This section uses the Bechdel-Wallace Test as a foundation to discuss the representation of women in film.

1. Does “The Martian” have more than one woman in it?

Yes. Jessica Chastain plays Mission Commander Melissa Lewis. Kate Mara plays astronaut Beth Johanssen. Kristen Wiig plays NASA Public Affairs Officer Annie Montrose. Mackenzie Davis plays specialist Mindy Park.

2. Do they talk to each other?


3. About something other than a man?

Yes. There are points when it could be read either way – in talking about rescuing Watney, are they talking about him or are they talking about a rescue operation? Either way, there are other things discussed outside of this.

In space, women seem to be in charge, and I detailed just how well Jessica Chastain delivers her role as the mission commander. It’s also worth noting that – after Chastain’s Lewis – Kate Mara’s Johanssen seems to have the most agency within the crew.

On the ground, it’s a different story. Jeff Daniels, Chiwetel Ejiofor, and Sean Bean exert more power and enjoy more agency in their characters than Kristen Wiig and Mackenzie Davis do. Wiig and Davis play characters whose jobs involve being answerable to these men (well, at least to Daniels and Ejiofor).

It’s therefore a mixed bag, and because the focus of half the story is on Watney alone, it makes the film difficult to judge along these lines. In other words, it features three storylines, in order of screen time given to them:

  • Watney surviving alone on Mars, which does not pass the Bechdel Test for obvious reasons.
  • A male-driven corporate structure in NASA, which briefly passes at least the first two questions of the Bechdel-Wallace Test, but not really their spirit.
  • A kick-ass group of astronauts powered by two strong, intelligent, and decisive women leaders and role models that passes both the rule and spirit of the Bechdel-Wallace Test, including an incredibly heroic leader in Chastain’s Lewis.

Jessica Chastain in The Martian

The only other thing I’ll note is that I appreciate how much Chastain’s performance gives us someone who can lead without being emotionally closed off. The unfortunate perception among many is that women cannot share emotion in the way a man can and still be trusted to lead; a woman leader has to be cold in order for many to think she’s qualified. It’s bullshit, of course, but it’s also a perception that many women have to at least acknowledge and be aware of when taking on leadership positions in the U.S. I appreciate that Chastain threw that on its head. She delivers an engaging, inspiring, emotionally forthright leader who commands not through coldness and aloofness, but through collaboration, communication, and a refined and experienced sense of moral, logical, and emotional judgment.

On another note, I have read some accusations of race-bending many of the roles. I have not read the book, so I cannot speak to this. “The Martian” does feature people of color more than most films, but that’s not necessarily saying much. For NASA especially, it does seem heavy on white characters. I don’t know how accurately this lines up with its source material.

Yes, we do get Chiwetel Ejiofor, Donald Glover, and Michael Pena in very positive roles and positions of responsibility, but that’s still merely 3 of the top 12 actors billed.

Where did we get our awesome images? The feature image comes from Collider’s review. The top and bottom images (both with Jessica Chastain) come from Collider’s interview with Chastain.

Elegant, Smart, and Classy — “The Monuments Men”


In Roland Emmerich’s global disaster film 2012, the wealthiest people and most important artwork have been preserved on an ark meant to survive the apocalypse. One scientist, played by the excellent Chiwetel Ejiofor, has a copy of an unknown novel that’s barely sold 500 copies. “This book is part of our legacy now,” he says. “Why? Because I’m reading it.” It’s a profound statement about art in a profoundly cheesy (but fun) movie.

What we carry forward, what we find defines our culture’s past, is the art we choose to let survive, and the art that makes it anyway. George Washington crossed the Delaware River to change the fate of the Revolutionary War not on a cold, moonlit night in 1776, but in a painting. That painting, Washington Crossing the Delaware by Emanuel Leutze, is stamped and reprinted in the pages of every history book I’ve ever seen on the subject. Every day someone sees it for the first time. It gets dozens of historical details wrong, but it may be the single, most famous American image.

George Clooney’s The Monuments Men is based on a group of scholars who took on a thankless task as World War II came to a close. Nazi Germany seized collections of art from conquered nations like Belgium and France. The job of Frank Stokes (Clooney) and his team was to track down the art and return it to its rightful owners. Much of the art was initially transferred to Germany’s wealthy and elite. As Germany lost territory, it often destroyed these works. It was their way of claiming some momentary, spiteful victory in the face of imminent defeat.


Clooney is joined by Matt Damon, John Goodman, and Bill Murray as a rag-tag group of scholars-turned-soldiers who risk their lives to save this art. Cate Blanchett co-stars as a helpful Parisian researcher. The Monuments Men shouldn’t be mistaken for a movie about battle, however. There are encounters, but they’re episodic and usually take an unexpected turn. There are soldierly deaths, but this isn’t a movie about the horrors of war and what it makes men lose. This is a movie about the things we seek to save.

Clooney and Damon smartly diminish their own roles. Clooney gets some monologues, including a particularly good one opposite a captured German general, but as their band traipses across the French countryside, splitting up and reforming when needed, it’s the everyman qualities of Goodman and Murray that shine through. Murray, in particular, gives us the film’s best scene, and it’s sometimes easy to forget what a genuinely touching actor he can be.

The Monuments Men is a quiet film, but it’s not boring. In its own way, it’s intense. Clooney hasn’t directed many films, but when he does (Good Night and Good Luck, The Ides of March), he makes old-fashioned ones, heavy on story and character, laced with humor. What he offers as a director isn’t a particular visual flair, but rather a deep reverence for his subject matter.

The Monuments Men is better than I expected, an unassuming gem of a film that asks for, and earns, your patience. Thanks to the things that have lasted in our own culture, a poet constantly contemplates “The Road Not Taken,” Aretha Franklin constantly demands respect, and Dorothy is constantly finding her way home from Oz. Every time someone new sees or hears one of these and takes meaning from it, the universe of possibilities expands in their minds. We realize someone else understands what we’re feeling, and that we’re linked to other strangers who share that understanding. Art is how we make sense of the world, how we derive meaning from chaos.

That George Washington crossed the Delaware once to attack the British is a historical detail many will forget. But he didn’t just do it once. He is constantly crossing the Delaware River, every time someone looks at that image, and we are held to a higher standard because of it. This is what art does, and why despots seek first to destroy it. This is what Clooney so elegantly communicates in The Monuments Men. Is art worth a life? There’s no right answer. Is art worth a way of life? I don’t see how you have one without the other.


The Monuments Men is rated PG-13 for war violence and smoking.

A version of this review appears in the 2/13 edition of La Vernia News.