When the clams were rescued from their ship, it was reported that they were taken out naked, exhausted and without their belongings. In Johannesburg, however, they smuggle their weapons into the public. Weapons that don’t work in the hands of people. The internal logic of the film is clear. Humans and clams talk to each other in different languages. Yes, it is possible to learn someone else’s speech by ear, but when it is so different, and you can’t even have a language practice, there can be no strong mutual understanding here. It would take a brilliant linguist or naturalist who can live with gorillas for years, but here we are shown how completely alien languages have mastered the most social bottom. Otherwise, it's a pity movie. Where is it? A bee in the ass. I myself love sentimental scenes, but here all this pity is pressed deliberately and in ostentatious, it is too forced. Nevertheless, the interweaving of fiction with realism has always fascinated me, it is the best class of works of art, because it is at the same time not detached from life, but always new and full of colors. The drama of the clash between the two cultures is generally well and original. In addition, Blomkamp wanted to show the world what a parashae modern Africa still lives on, and he succeeded. It is only a pity that absolutely all his films take place in the same city, the same smelly ragged setting, in the same problematic and in general do not differ from each other.
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