Space Station 76
(2014)
A 1970s space soap opera, actor turned director Jack
Plotnick’s debut feature Space Station 76
is a casually kitsch idiosyncratic curiosity. It’s possibly too high concept, the visual affectation
suggesting a capacity for comedy and camp that is never really made good. But
Space Station 76 (1976, obviously) is
undeniably well observed, balancing out the retro-indulgence with surprisingly
strong characterisation and performances.
The picture has little in the way of narrative trajectory,
hence the concentration on soapy elements; characters work through their issues
in a very ‘70s fashion, which naturally includes period-appropriate drink,
drugs, sex and psychoanalysis. The crew include the unhappy, closeted, chain-smoking
Captain Glenn (Patrick Wilson, offering a more subdued but tache-laden
approximation of Ron Burgundy).
New co-pilot Jessica (Liv Tyler) struggles with
inherent sexism in the work place and her conflicted feelings on not being able
to have children. She forms a maternal friendship with Sunshine (Kylie Rogers)
a seven-year old who doesn’t have much luck with pets and has no friends her
own age. Her adversarial parents are robot-handed mechanic Ted (Matt Bomer) and
self-involved, manipulative Misty (Marisa Coughlan). Misty is seeing Steve
(Jerry O’Connell) on the side, and Ted and Jessica become attracted to each
other. And, of course, tensions escalate. In a fairly lackadaisical manner. You
get the idea.
Embedded in this space suburbia are recognisable ‘70s artefacts
and mores. Ted is growing weed in the geodesic garden (very Silent Running, well not the weed bit
although you know Bruce Dern would have been), Missy is addicted to prescription
medicines (with which her robot shrink plies her), the Captain attempts to hide
his drinking (when he gets pissed he powers the engines up and down
continuously, a substitute automobile) and sexuality and takes out his tensions
on those around him. There are ‘70s futurism ideas like food machines, and then-modern
toys like videotapes and viewfinders. Burnt orange is a common colour for
walls, and turtleneck sweaters are in.
Because the picture is unwilling to be pigeonholed, it’s
easy to assume it is misrepresenting itself. The space age material is limited
to Kubrick nods (the sets, Keir Dullea cameoing - and bearing a passing
resemblance to Emperor Palpatine) and a reflection of the essential mundanity
of space that evokes Dark Star by way
of sets and lighting that consciously evoke ‘70s TV science fiction; there’s no
proper science fiction here, and
comments about never having been to Earth and the Quasar Revolution are more
nods to those trappings than suggestive of any interest in them.
Occasionally it looks as if Plotnick intends to veer off
into Airplane! territory; the dramatic
music during an opening sequence, where it appears as if the captain is about
to open fire, merely leads to him sparking the equivalent of a car cigarette
lighter. The captain’s attempts at suicide or consistently foiled by the ship
computer, be it electrocution or poisoning.
Therapy sessions with Sleeper-esque Dr Bot, a programmed
psychotherapy robot, are consistently very funny and invariably lead to the suggestion, “Perhaps you would you like to try valium?”
His response to Missy’s declaration of feelings for her therapist is “Emotional overload!”. But this isn’t
really a spoof, and the performances aren’t self-mocking, they’re treading a
line between Frank Drebin deadpan and earnest portrayal.
Space Station 76
is reasonably engaging once one slips into its groove, but it’s very slight.
The science fiction conceit is just that, obstinately refusing to indulge its
potential aside from the occasional comedy (Dr Bot) or emotional beat
(Sunshine’s favourite game is playing zero gravity). It’s a decision that is
likely to elicit Marmite responses of “Oh, that’s clever; I see what they did
there” (it isn’t especially, but it is attention
seeking) or discontent that the makers have done some misleading. I’m somewhere
between the two, however. This isn’t really much of comedy or, drugs references
aside, much of an oddball stoner movie either. And yet, while there are
interludes of borderline boredom, the characters themselves gradually creep up
on you, aided by an ensemble of strong performances.
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