From the start I must admit that I am approaching "District 9" at a disadvantage, being that I have not yet seen the first pictures in the "District" series. However, it stands up quite well when viewed by its-self, and no one should let that stop them from viewing this swell accomplishment.
In my modest opinion, this picture excels on many levels, and succeeds in entertaining and thrilling the audience. As an intro-duction, we firstly meet the very likable chap with a humdinger of a name, Wikus Van De Merwe. He immediately stands out as a level fellow, which is rather important as we must person'ly identify with him to appreciate the show on any real level.
We learn, in a style like that of a docu-picture, that scads of moon-men had landed on Earth above South Afrika almost two score prior to the present. They were received trepedatiously, and set up in a make-shift bum's alley put aside for the entire species. It seemed to me to be an obvious meta-phore for the plight of the Irish.
Mr. Van De Marwe is charged with giving the creatures the bum's rush, as it were, and relocating the moon-men else-where. When accidentaly exposed to an eerie doodad, he starts to change and must go on the lam among the space persons while evading a damndable organization of humans.
I fell for this humdinger for several reasons, not the least of which being the look of the moon-men. This had the most realistic costuming of any picture I've seen since George Melies' "A Trip To The Moon ". If not for a quick glimpse of an odd zipper or buckle, I would almost believe they were real!
It was also quite commendable for attempting to do something new with a genre and succeeding well. The story was constructed in a way to make you feel compassion for the poor creatures, and to question what the humans were doing. A young moon-lad was prominently featured and thru his relationship with his father, Mr. Van De Merwe, and other humans, we saw the evils of our own ways reflected and learn'd that there are common fears, hopes and desires in us all; space creatures, men, women, and Irish alike.
I am hardly one for mush, but certain elements of the story pulled on my heart-strings. I found it quite hard not to care about what would happen to many of the main characters, a sure sign of a quality show. It was rather tense, and rife with exciting doo-hickies and genuine jolly-good frights.
From my own experience I would advise against bringing your wives or children, however. Mrs. Von Copperpot elicited squeaks of fear thru-out and at one riveting point was so frightened she lept into the air, causing quite a ruckus among our fellow picture-goers. One particularly large galoot 'suggested' that we scram as to not interrupt any further. I was forced to escort Mrs. Von Copperpot from the theatre to calm her nerves with a brandy. Unfortunately, I did not return in time to catch the end, but I can only assume that the moon-men were done in by Earth's native bacteria, against which they were not immune.
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