Horizon was billed with
the tagline, "Infinite Space, Infinite
Terror." It should have been more along the lines of "Infinite
Running Time, Infinite Boredom."
Starring: Laurence Fishburne, Sam Neill,
and Kathleen Quinlan
The year is 2047 and the crew
of the Lewis & Clark, a rescue spaceship,
embark on a mission to retrieve Event Horizon, the first ship capable
of faster-than-light travel. The Event Horizon disappeared seven years
earlier, but has reappeared, broadcasting a faint distress signal. Dr.
Weir (Sam Neill) goes along with the crew because of his extensive knowledge
of the Event Horizon and its gravity drive. You see, he's the man who
built it and he really wants to know where it went for seven years.
When the Lewis & Clark arrives at the Event Horizon, they find evidence
of strange life-forms all over the ship. Of course, they have to board
the ship to investigate, even though they know that these life forms are
not human. As they explore, the crew of the Lewis & Clark begin to
have hallucinations of their deepest fears. From then on, the film degrades
into an Aliens-meets-Hellraiser gross-fest.
Horizon had the potential to be extremely frightening and entertaining.
Unfortunately, the relatively strong cast is pretty much wasted with dumb
dialogue and stupid decision making. Laurence Fishburne makes a good commanding
officer, but his character isn't much different from countless other starship
commanding hardasses we've seen in other science fiction movies. Sam
Neill is his usual smirky self, with little emotion. Even when he hallucinates
and sees his dead wife, who he supposedly misses very much, we don't feel
anything for him.
Add to the mix some spotty special effects -- good in some scenes and
horrid in others -- and the director's strange affinity for spinning the
camera's view in nearly every space scene, and you have what I call a
mess of a film.
Anderson, the director, also wrote the screenplay for 1994's Shopping.
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