Quirky, eccentric sci-fi hijinks are afoot in this unconventional & underrated Douglas Adams adaptation.
“So long, and thanks for all the fish.”
Douglas Adams was reppin’ quirky, oddball sci-fi/comedy years before Guardians Of The Galaxy made it mainstream. You could be forgiven for not falling head over heels in love with Garth Jennings’ big screen adaptation at first – it’s hardly the most accessible piece of light entertainment. And yet, that’s actually what works most on re-watch. Where James Gunn’s beloved blockbuster reverts to conventional super-heroics around about the beginning of the third act, Jennings sticks to his guns and ensures the weirdness only intensifies.
It’s Star Trek meets the Cornetto Trilogy with shades of Monty Python and Wes Anderson. The likes of Freeman, Mirren, Fry, Bailey and Nighy imbue proceedings with a healthy undercurrent of typically sardonic British wit – with Alan Rickman in MVP-mode as a manically-depressed robot named Marvin. Mos Def, Zooey Deschanel, John Malkovich and an outrageously hyperactive Sam Rockwell add a bit of depth and American flavour to an ensemble so talented, the opening credits alone will knock you sideways.
And the final moments of heart, humour and sheer lunacy will leave you consumed by regret at the thought of how great future instalments could have been.
I was ten-years-old when I first saw this film – and hadn’t the faintest idea what was going on. Me and my brother were happily distracted by Rockwell’s wonderfully idiotic Zaphod Beeblebrox to notice. Flash forward twelve years, and all of a sudden it made total sense.
The world is run by mice.