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Valerian and the City of a Thousand Stars. (12A.)
 
Directed by Luc Besson.



Starring Dane DeHaan, Cara Delevingne, Clive Owen, Rihanna, Ethan Hawke and Herbie Hancock. 137 mins.


Luc Besson's latest attempt at making a big budget space romp is distinctive, startling and unique; and it doesn't have a single original idea in its head. Rooted in the traditions of French graphic art, and based on a French comic book you've never heard of, it swans around as if it's like nothing you've seen before, while you try to remember exactly where you saw it all before. It is a donkey being passed off as a thoroughbred, simply because they put a wacky Jean-Paul Gaultier designed saddle on it.


It has a lovely dippy opening, a millennial spanning prologue about the international space centre slowly growing into a galactic space hub, a city of a thousand planets. Set to Bowie's Space Oddity it has a wide eyed naivete that is infectious and joyous and makes you want to give the film the benefit of the doubt. I'd have been very happy to have basked in that happy wonder for the whole film but the grim mechanics of the plot – the destruction of the planet of the Avatar people, the mission to rescue something from the Ghost In The Shell virtual market – slowly suck away the enthusiasm.


At the heart of it is the bickering romance between the pale and uninteresting couple, DeHaan and Delevigne. Like Ed Sheerin, I assume DeHaan's rise to some level of stardom is some giant practical joke that humanity is pulling. With his deathly pallor and get-some-sleep eyes, he is like a sick note in human form. For this film he's taken possession of Keanu Reeves's voice and seems far too full of himself for a man who looks like death warmed up. After a promising debut in Face of An Angel, Delevigne was buried alive in Suicide Squad, somehow managing to draw the shortest straw in a film comprised entirely of short straws. She is better here, but Besson's version of witty romantic repartee would test the most gifted of performers. When Clive Owen turns up to as the figure of thespian gravitas, you know you're on the wrong spaceship.


Of course it all look pretty good (though maybe not €197 million good) but always in the most obvious way possible. It's a lazy parent, always shoving some brightly coloured confectionery into our faces in the hope that this will be enough to keep us happy.




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