Santa Maria Crater, Mars, by the Opportunity Rover. Image credit: NASA |
Sometime after my eighth birthday, a friend and I discovered
a shelf of amazing old books in the back of our small-town library. They were
fat, well-worn hardcovers, most bound in red but some in green, with
old-fashioned lettering and eye-popping illustrations: scantily clad women, men
fighting monsters, distant views of crumbling cities, even a dinosaur or two.
Some of the books were about Tarzan, whom we already knew
well. Others were about journeys to the center of Earth, which we’d certainly
heard of. Still others were about Mars – but not any version we’d ever dreamed
of. Instead of little green men with bald heads zipping around in flying
saucers, we saw beautiful ladies dressed like harem girls with feathers in
their hair – sinewy bare-chested men waving long swords at freakish adversaries
– and stone palaces with tapestries hanging from intricately carven walls.
All those amazing books were written by one man – Edgar Rice
Burroughs – and most of them were illustrated by another – J. Allen St. John.
The combination of the two was irresistible. After careful consideration of the
pictures, I took a volume titled Thuvia,
Maid of Mars to the librarian’s desk. (As it happened, the very first book
of the Martian series, A Princess of Mars,
was missing from the collection.) I believe my friend chose one of the stories
about the Earth’s Core.
To our surprise, the librarian wasn’t pleased with our
interest in Burroughs. She told us that these books were no longer recommended
for children, which is why they had been stashed away in back. Nevertheless, considering
that my friend and I were regular patrons who had long since graduated from Dr.
Seuss, she let us check out our chosen volumes. Over the next several months we
worked our way through a great many of those red and green books.
Illustration for Thuvia, Maid of Mars by J. Allen St. John |
That was 50 years ago. The library has since burned down,
and the books went with it. I haven’t seen that friend since high school. But
my love for Burroughs’ Martian tales has never abated. So last night, when Disney’s
adaptation of A Princess of Mars
premiered at the local IMAX under its focus-group-approved title of John Carter, you can be sure I was
sitting in one of the good seats.
Overall I enjoyed the movie. The Disney team wisely decided
against updating the source material and kept the action embedded in its late
19th century context. They did an excellent job of capturing the atmosphere of
Frank Schoonover’s original illustrations (Princess
was one of the few stories that St. John didn’t do). As a result, the visual
impact of the film is very strong. The six-limbed green Martians have been
brought to life as only CGI can do it, and the vast, swirling battle scenes
look like they leaped from the pages of the book, with John Carter hurtling
over his enemies like Douglas Fairbanks on wires. I especially liked the
glimpses of Helium and Zodanga, the battling cities of the red Martians; these
are thoroughly exotic and otherworldly places, with an ancient/future look that
is central to Burroughs’ vision. At times I even had the impression that director
Andrew Stanton took some cues from Aelita,
Queen of Mars, a Soviet science fiction film of 1924 that, while owing a
large debt to Burroughs, also showcased the latest in Futurist design with its
costumes and sets.
To my surprise, I was perfectly content with Taylor Kitsch
in the title role. I might have picked somebody more obviously Southern and
more convincingly military to play John Carter, Captain in the Army of the
Confederacy (Josh Holloway and Ben Browder spring to mind), whereas Kitsch used
to model for Abercrombie & Fitch. But in fact he brings a wry sense of
humor to the part, and I liked his chemistry with Lynn Collins, who plays Dejah
Thoris, the actual Princess of Mars. Physically Kitsch is perfect, with a lean,
lithe body that resembles those of the men in St. John’s illustrations from the
1920s, rather than a Schwarzenegger-type steroid overdose. His athleticism is apparent even through the wires and big
software.
Lynn Collins has a more thankless role as the perennial
damsel in distress, but at least she gets to wield a sword with the best of
them, and in keeping with her characterization in the original novel, we are
constantly reminded that Dejah Thoris is a trained scientist. This new Dejah
does depart from the original in one key area: she’s the one who first puts the
moves on Carter, rather than the reverse. Mars has become much less puritanical
since Burroughs’ day! I thoroughly approve.
Disney and Stanton chose a very different approach. They
begin the movie in the midst of some wild Barsoomian action involving the men
of Zodanga, and only later introduce John Carter. (Bad idea!) They also added
an absurdly complex back story to explain how John Carter traveled to Mars and
why Helium and Zodanga are at war. (Burroughs was content with Apache magic in
the first case and plain old aggression in the second.) In so doing they took
two minor characters from the original series – Sab Than, Prince of Zodanga, who
is Dejah’s unsuccessful suitor and a complete nonentity; and Matai Shang, Holy Hekkador
of the Holy Therns, who doesn’t even appear in Princess but fills a small supporting role in the next two novels –
and goosed them into major villains. I would have been far, far happier with a
movie in which Matai Shang did not appear at all, and certainly not in a bald,
shape-shifting incarnation that bears no resemblance to anything Burroughs wrote.
Just as unfortunate is the excessively choppy way in which
they handle John Carter’s days among the Tharks at the beginning of the story.
Burroughs built a careful narrative of Carter’s rise through the ranks of the
Tharkian chieftains, which was paralleled by the rise of his Martian friend,
Tars Tarkas. Every time Carter killed a Thark, he took the dead warrior’s name,
possessions, and rank, thus winning the right to live among the green
barbarians as “a prisoner with power.” Similarly, Tars Tarkas begins simply as
a chieftain of the Tharks, and only slowly rises to Jed (big chief) and finally
Jeddak (emperor) at the end of the novel.
Martian flyers, from JOHN CARTER |
But in the film, Tarkas is already Jeddak when the story
begins, and we never learn why exactly the green Martians call our hero Dotar
Sojat instead of John Carter (it’s because he killed two guys named Dotar and
Sojat). Still worse, we get only the most garbled version of what for me was
the most memorable part of the Tharkian chapters: the strange history of Sola,
the only green Martian capable of love and compassion, and Sola’s forbidden
relationship with Tars Tarkas. Although Sola is a character in the movie, and
we do learn that she is Tarkas’ daughter, her story unfolds in a puzzling,
disjointed way that is bound to confuse anybody who doesn’t know the book. Thus
Stanton squandered an opportunity to tell an alien but highly moving story, and
failed to flesh out two interesting characters who are so central to his plot.
I could continue listing all the ways in which Disney
departs from Burroughs, but I’d sound even more like a geeky old curmudgeon
than I already do. I’ll be content to make two final complaints. First, Disney
was stupid to introduce Dejah Thoris to the audience before John Carter gets to
meet her, so that we lose the opportunity to see her through his eyes. Second, a
key scene in this version violates everything Burroughs tells us about Martian
mores. Stanton shows us Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium, telling Dejah that she
must marry a villain she hates in order to bring peace and save her city. I had
to stifle a groan as I watched that happen.
Illustration for A Princess of Mars by Frank Schoonover |
Bottom line: I enjoyed the movie, but with mixed feelings.
It’s very gratifying to see these beloved old visions of Mars brought to life,
but Disney and Stanton undercut their own success by treating their source
material in such a cavalier manner. In the 50 years since I first visited
Barsoom, I’ve been present on opening weekend for all the intervening landmarks
of science fiction cinema: 2001: A Space
Odyssey, Star Wars, Alien, Blade Runner, Matrix, and Avatar – not to mention the be-all and end-all of epic fantasy, Lord of the Rings. This retelling of A Princess of Mars could have had an
impact similar to those classic films, but the creative team decided instead to
concoct an unnecessarily contrived and chaotic story that is unlikely to
translate into an enthusiastic market share.
Peter Jackson understood that you need to stick to the book
and pay attention to the hardcore fans. In the end, Andrew Stanton did not. I’m
grateful to him for bringing us this gorgeous piece of cinema, but I strongly
doubt that we’ll be seeing a sequel in my lifetime.
Still, I’d love to be wrong.
Taylor Kitsch & Lynn Collins as John Carter & Dejah Thoris |
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