Take a Drink: for sexism
Take a Drink: for smoking
Take a Drink: for jumpsuits (that’s the 70s trifecta, right?)
Take a Drink: whenever somebody is a horrible mother
Take a Drink: for shots of asteroids
Take a Drink: whenever Patrick Wilson does something depressing
Do a Shot: for naked space lady
By: Henry J. Fromage (Six Pack) –
The 1970s have proven to be a kitschy, hairy, ugly-colored treasure trove for comedies in the last decade or so. Will Ferrell’s practically made it his entire schtick, but I have to admit that it still hasn’t worn me out. Something about this decade, with its disco fever, feathered hair, rampant substance abuse, and laissez faire parenting techniques, just seems to be comedy gold.
And the mustaches! Oh, the mustaches you’ll see…
Space Station 76 melds that cheesy 70s comedy style with a sci-fi story. Basically, in this world we must have experienced great technological leaps, but zero cultural movement since 1976. Patrick Wilson is the gruff, depressed captain of a space station/habitation who’s nonplussed when a woman (Liv Tyler) shows up as his replacement copilot. A technician (Matt Bomer) with a rocky marriage also finds his life changing when she shows up.
The whole reason I watched the film is because the AVClub said Wilson basically channels Ron Burgundy in his performance, and I can see it. Besides the mustache, he also displays the same casual misogyny and non sequitur thought process.
Sexism probably shouldn’t be this funny.
I also liked the psychologist robot, with his clearly pre-programmed canned inspirational phrases.
Even this comedy isn’t of the laugh out loud variety, and the rest is dry… Dead Sea dry. If you actually do laugh out loud during this film, you may be a sociopath, since it’s all predicated on social awkwardness, painful humiliation, when it isn’t coming from cartoonish overacting, that is.
Hi there. I move faster than this film.
This movie is so damn self-serious that it’s often unclear whether it’s even supposed to be a comedy. Director/co-writer Jack Plotnick’s heart seems to be more in the (melo)dramas of his characters, or rather their crippling depression, irresponsibility, and general assholery.
Arguably the main character in the film is the sole child on board, neglected by her escapist dad (Bomer) and self-centered Mom (Marisa Coughlan). Mom’s friend (Kali Rocha), with her newborn baby she smokes around, and her cheating husband (Jerry O’Connell) give them a run for the Worst Person crown, though. You get the idea that Plotnick was a 70s latchkey kid whose hatred of his parents pervades everything he does, even goofy 70s space comedies.
If so, and the little girl is his proxy, he clearly hates himself even more. A running “joke” in the film is her gerbil devouring her children one by one, Cronus-style.
In the end, her mom reveals her birthday present, a cryogenically frozen puppy (to manipulate her into doing something, of course). The girl thaws it when nobody’s paying attention. It dies.
Space Station 76 is one of the most depressing “comedies” I’ve ever seen. A joyless slog.