?????????????????Neill Blomkamp’s debut, District 9, felt like a fresh, original take on the alien invasion story. It was a rare treat to see a science fiction film set in Africa, as opposed to the usual earthly environs of Europe or the US, and Blomkamp’s strong allusions to the South African apartheid era suggested a filmmaker who was less concerned with on-screen thrills n’ spills and more interested in ideas, principally with regard to politics, identity and tolerance (though wisely he didn’t overlook the importance of good special effects). The film received an Academy Award nomination for Best Picture and, after performing well in the lead role, Blomkamp’s childhood friend Sharlto Copley looked like an actor worth keeping an eye on.

The ensuing years have brought mixed results for both Copley and Blomkamp. The writer-director’s workmanlike second film Elysium took on class and racial divides and said nothing of real substance about either before resorting to a series of uninspiring, drawn-out fight sequences. The effects were of a high standard, once again, but the role of villain seemed to bring out the worst in Copley, who chewed so much scenery he’s probably still coughing up the occasional splinter today. Despite mixed reviews the film made a profit of $170 million which, when added to the $180 million made by District 9, meant that Blomkamp’s stock in Hollywood shot up; as a result the self-confessed Alien fan will helm the next instalment of that franchise.

In the meantime, here’s his third sci-fi feature, Chappie. Blomkamp has returned to his native Johannesburg, scaled his budget back to District 9 levels, and has covered old ground in more ways than one. Set in the near future, the city appears once again to be operating on a knife edge, beset by delinquent criminals, and with its apparent abundance of disused factories and empty towers it recalls the tattered urban chaos of Detroit in Paul Verhoeven’s Robocop. A falsified opening news sequence – like in Robocop – explains that the beleaguered police force has turned to an arms manufacturer for help – like in Robocop – and the contract to supply a troop of robotic cops (or ‘robocops’, if you will) has been awarded to a company called Omni Consumer Products Tetravaal. Many of Tetravaal’s employees appear to be chained to their cubicle desks and have lost the power of speech, but we do get to follow the exploits of three: Dev Patel’s stereotypical lonely, geeky engineer Deon, Sigourney Weaver’s officious CEO Michelle and Hugh Jackman’s preposterous bully and rival engineer Vincent (dressed like he’s just come straight from the set of a Steve Irwin biopic and sporting a terrible mullet which, incredibly, is only the fourth worst haircut in the film).

Deon is the brains behind the ‘Scout’ line of robots favoured by the police force, which are built to withstand heavy gunfire and designed to assist existing human police officers in tackling crime, usually in a ‘front line’ capacity. We see the robots in action as they swoop on a gang of drug peddling thieves which includes Ninja (rapper ‘Ninja’), Yolandi (another MC, Yolandi Visser) and Yankie (Jose Pablo Cantillo), who are meeting with muscular crime boss Hippo (Brandon Auret, who makes Copley’s work on Elysium look like a masterclass of minimalist restraint). During the ensuing battle one of the robots is badly damaged, and it is this battered bag of nuts, bolts and wires that Deon decides will be the guinea pig for his newly-developed, unauthorised AI program. Unfortunately Deon and his robot are kidnapped by the criminal gang, who note the possibility of training this particular machine to help in a forthcoming heist, and for reasons I cannot fathom they decide to name ‘him’ ‘Chappie’ (voiced by Copley, who also provided motion capture).

The concept of a childlike robot being raised by human ‘parents’ and a mutual bond subsequently forming is not new, but in the director’s defence it does at least result in an enjoyable 20 minutes while the situation is mined for a few chuckles; Blomkamp does at least have a sense of humour, even if it temporarily deserted him while making Elysium. The gang members – who, incidentally, are as poorly-portrayed as a thousand straight-to-video badasses of the 1980s and who live in a day-glo version of Clarence Boddicker’s hideout in Robocop – show Chappie how to walk and talk like a gangster, festoon him with bling, teach him words he then gets wrong (‘Fuckermother’) and trick him into jacking expensive cars, much to Deon’s horror. Meanwhile, while all this is taking place, the dastardly Vincent discovers Deon’s extra-curricular activities and sets out to discredit the Scout class of droids, thereby forcing the police take up the option of his own robot project ‘Moose’ (which bears more than a passing resemblance to Robocop’s ED-209, just in case the point about the similarities needed ramming home any further).

Though less of an obvious allegory about social divides than his previous two works, once again Blomkamp distills his cinematic world into one of ‘haves’ and ‘have-nots’: outside of Tetravaal’s campus, Johannesburg’s residents are either wealthy Ferrari owners or maniacal criminals, with very few characters of note occupying the vast space in-between. It’s difficult to take any comments on society by Blomkamp and co-writer Terri Tatchell seriously – if you can actually find them in the first place – when they insist on simplifying an entire city’s worth of people by using such extremes. Perhaps there are subtle points during the film about class and race that register with South African audiences; if there are any present I’m afraid they were lost on me.

Chappie also finds Blomkamp and Tatchell garbling the necessary questions about whether machines can actually have souls or consciences or consciousness – the tagline here could be ‘Do androids dream of electric toy chickens?’ – and by creating another robot who is inherently ‘good’ in nature and who can learn from humans the writers revisit ground repeatedly worked over before – you all know the films in question – without saying anything new. Despite this there is, admittedly, a degree of enjoyment to be had in watching the nature / nurture angle play out for the umpteenth time, despite the overwhelming feeling of déjà vu. The different approaches taken by surrogate parents Yolandi and Ninja unfortunately fail to flesh out either character to a satisfying extent, but gradually their combined influence does at least make the character of Chappie a little more interesting as he develops.

Unfortunately by the end Chappie has become a noisy, badly-acted, preposterous mess: ‘robot police’ I can accept (and even expect in the near future), but the film’s major twist is dealt with a little too quickly and conveniently for my liking; the science to go with the abundance of fiction gets short shrift as Blomkamp’s predilection for reducing the final act into a drawn-out, booming battle begins to dominate (and yes: unsurprisingly the climactic scene does have more than a few shades of Robocop’s finale about it). Unfortunately the hail of bullets and the mass of explosions, while mildly entertaining, can’t paper over the cracks. Chappie is a poorly-written and poorly-acted film, it’s a long way off the pantheon of sci-fi greats, and sadly that original debut has been followed by two utterly derivative clangers. 

The Basics
Directed by: Neill Blomkamp
Written by: Neill Blomkamp, Terri Tatchell
Starring: Sharlto Copley, Ninja, Yolandi Visser, Dev Patel, Hugh Jackman, Sigourney Weaver, Jose Pablo Cantillo
Certificate: 15
Running Time: 120 minutes
Year: 2015
Rating: 2.7

17 Responses to “0250 | Chappie”

  1. Dan O.

    Good review. Not a perfect movie, but one that held my interest no matter where it went. Which is saying a lot.

  2. Writer Loves Movies

    As you already know I liked this one a bit more than you Stu, but I have to concede that you make some very good points here. And that third para has given me a proper giggle – Jackman really did look ridiculous! 🙂

    • Stu

      Thanks Natalie! I really don’t know what happened with Jackman’s wardrobe but presumably it’s a recognised look in South Africa!

    • Stu

      Look forward to reading it! My heart sank two minutes in when I realised I wasn’t enjoying the film and had 2 whole hours to sit through. Dismal.

      • ruth

        Seems that you have the same experience as my pal Ted who sat through the screening of this. Glad I didn’t go!

        • Stu

          Best avoided I think, but some people have enjoyed it.

  3. Jordan Dodd

    I’ve read varying things on this, and it comes out today down under. Great write up mate, this review has saved me 15 bucks. 🙂


  4. table9mutant

    Yeah… You really DIDN’T like this one so much. ; ) Great review. Although I liked this, I do agree with a lot of what you say. That’s okay – like I said, I prefer a movie like this to all the boring ones out there that everyone agrees are “nice”. I still think Chappie is a better movie than Interstellar, too! Did I say that in my review? Damn – I missed another chance to bash Interstellar… Lol

    • Stu

      Cheers! I have to admit I really hated Chappie while I was watching it and straight away afterwards, but my attitude has mellowed a bit since. Not an Interstellar fan then?

  5. Tom

    Yup, yup and more yup. I tore this one to pieces and had no problem doing so. Blomkamp hates people, and I hate movies that pretend to be good while being precisely the opposite.

    • Stu

      That’s spot on – his films pretend to be about something but it’s all window dressing…there’s nothing of substance and now, three films in, it has become more obvious than before.

  6. Todd Benefiel

    Thank you, Stu, I shall pass on this one as well. If I need to get a Robocop fix at any time in the near or distant future, I’ll just watch Robocop (or its re-boot/remake) again.

    Also: you’re becoming too prolific with your review writing…please scale it back so I can keep up!

    • Stu

      Glad to be of service Todd! I thought this was weak, although it does seem to have found quite a few fans.
      After eating, drinking and breathing I can’t think of anything that’s more important than checking in here so I politely suggest, rather than me slowing down, that you redouble your efforts instead. Ten-hut!


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