I watched Rim of the World for.... some reason, and it’s pretty much the first time I’ve been utterly convinced that a film is actively trolling me, personally.
A Netflix jobby about a bunch of kids at an implausibly Rim named summer camp who get caught up in an alien invasion and have to save the world, solve their story mandated individual issues, and also ride bikes. It’s unsubtly set up as a pandering elaborate nostalgic homage to the kind of Speilbergian Amblin kids adventure films of the 80s. The kind that film & TV makers who grew up in the 80s, and are now powerful and making things, seem obsessed with re-making, or updating, or “paying homage to” whilst simultaneously telling us how no one’s making these kinds of things anymore.
And it does this so bluntly and egregiously, that I became convinced it was going to reveal itself as some kind of Meta-twist comment on the subject by the end. Because I genuinely couldn’t fathom that someone would make (or be allowed to make) a completely straight, on the nose rehash of a bad 1980s kids film in 2019, complete with awful 2D supporting characters and cheesy drama beats, only for adults, without some kind of deconstructionist take on it...
This idea was made all the more convincing by the decision to have each scene dramatically change its colour grading, to (seemingly?) illustrate different kinds of blockbuster aesthetics, starting at the point of the invasion. As well as a completely unironic bit where they all change into garishly branded vaguely retro addidas clothing for absolutely no reason, and then proceed to have a dance montage during the apocalypse. These things were so shamelessly blatant that, coupled with the amusingly bad one note authority figures who kept popping up to earnestly entrust the fate of the World to 4 sports casual branded children, I became more and more convinced that the film was heading towards a denouement where the cheesy aesthetics would be revealed to be a part of some camp game fantasy, or a simulation, or something equally meta where what we were seeing was in some way influenced by the tropes and stereotypes of the kind of films it was paying homage to.
But.... no. No no no. It wasn’t. It genuinely was just another variety of “Hey, remember The Goonies and Stand By Me!?” only EXTRA ... and without any of the updated story and character depth of things like Stranger Things, It, Super 8 or any of the other things they keep making as homages to this very specific type of 80s film that no one is apparently making anymore....apart from all the ones they keep making.
“Well it’s probably for kids” you say?.... Except I’m not sure it is, as it’s weirdly graphic in both violence and sexual humour, which I’m pretty sure is there mostly to amuse the 40 year old dudes watching (and making) this kind of thing, as a giant excersize in nostalgia. Because everything now that’s ostensibly for kids, from Star Wars to animated films, has to also be for the 40 year old Gen Xers who get angry about the new animated iteration of She-Ra not being fit enough to masterbate over. And you know this, because the cultural touchstones these Gen Z kids reference are normal Gen Z stuff, like rubix cubes and the original Star Wars, because why would a 13 year old in 2019 have a different point of reference than a middle aged hack screenwriter?
Also I’m drunk, but whatever. It’s fecking shite.