The Rover (or Dude, Where’s My Car?) is a stripped back, visual and primitive film
experience. The direction is stark, as is the landscape and the acting is
designed to feel instinctive rather than active. Little is said and what is
said is rarely explorative of the characters, simply reflecting a need to
speak, rather than a desire to. In fact much of The Rover is about needs and not desires. The characters (of whom
there are few) need something from each other and reach for it directly. There
is no double talk or hidden agendas here. In this way it reflects the
ideologies of the straight talking western hero, much like the intertextual
reference Mad Max (1979) a clear
point of inspiration. Both films are future dystopian westerns where life is
easy to loose.
All of this makes for
appealing advertising. The Rover
looks good and in small bites can be made to sound good. The actors are
talented and Guy Pearce carries the film by making it seem like he is doing
very little when in fact he is displaying great talent. He is a lost wanderer,
like the title suggests and, as with the direction, Pearce understands that
with The Rover less is more. But unfortunately
with the narrative less is less. The script reveals little throughout and
offers nothing at the end, making its sparse narrative exasperating not intelligent.
In fact, the end reveal could render much of what came before frustrating if
you let it. Instead, there is a lot to enjoy in The Rover as a visual piece, just not as a narrative one.
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