
They
have no sense of morality, there is no justification for the attack and
certainly no chance of an apology. This sets the agenda for a relentless
assault of sick visual skits as pious humans, particularly those in power,
attempt to "embrace" and "welcome" a new culture, and the Martians simply
torture or destroy everything in their path.
Although
there is no real need for a storyline, attention to the human element is
focussed on a small number of characters, typical Burtonesque misfits
,
scattered across America, who eventually pull through and stop the invasion
by the most bizarre means yet devised in such a film. Burton always
challenges what is socially acceptable, and characters portrayed as "normal"
are invariably the bad guys of the piece, indeed in this film their respective
demises provide some of the most satisfying comedy sequences. It is the
unusual, the unacceptable, the awkward that triumphs, all the heroes are
lacking in some way. Many of the top actors were simply dying (Jack
Nicholson twice!) to get involved with the project, often appearing in
cameo roles.
The
most important element to this film however, lies in it's manic pace,
sheer nerve and downright silliness. This is reflected in the Martians
themselves. They have enormous heads, pathetically puny bodies (with rather
fetching red underpants), manic eyes, inane grins and, although computer
generated, move as though they have been animated in a stop motion style
(a tribute to Ray Harryhausen) which somehow makes them appear less virtual,
and their interaction with the human characters more convincing and sinister.
They stole the show and in an age where society is becoming increasingly
moral, it was absolutely great to see a film which displayed total disregard
for 90's sensibilities in favour of the bizarre, the irreverent and the
manic.