17/02/2022
*SILENT RUNNING—This 1971 ode to ecology and long-haired radicalism makes it to our cheese board mainly because of its wildly unorthodox premise that in the future they will put all of the earth's forests in gigantic domes and hurl them out to Saturn for safe keeping. And to top it off, let's throw in some Joan Baez songs as well. What at first blush might appear to be a case of too many film execs smoking too much w**d was in fact a very ambitious and visually audacious sci-fi fable. Made for a paltry $1.3 million, the movie has the scope and breadth of a major Hollywood production. First time director Douglas Trumbull, who made his name as one of the effects supervisors on Stanley Kubrick's 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY, learned well from that experience and found ways to cut corners without sacrificing the epic scale. The spaceship sets were shot inside a decommissioned aircraft carrier, which was modified for the film. The results were very realistic sets that looked like several million bucks because that's what they were worth. Trumbull also employed front projection techniques, which had been used in 2001 for the opening African segment, to create the domed background on his forest sets as well as the star fields for his model shots. Finally, he resurrected his "slit scan" device, which he'd developed for the "star gate" sequence in 2001, to create a trip through Saturn's rings that were quite impressive. The film starred Bruce Dern as spaceman/botanist Freeman Lowell, who revolts when the order comes to blow up the domes and head home. After taking over the mission his only companions are three pre-R2D2 robot drones who he dubs Huey, Dewey, and Louie. Even though Dern kills his fellow crewmen, this is a far cry from his maniac/psycho characters for which he is best known. The DVD includes some great extras including an hour-long documentary about the film and audio commentary with Trumbull and Dern that is fun and informative. The ecological theme of the movie seems more relevant than ever. So, after grooving on this cosmic wake up call, break out the old tie-dyes, put on a Joan Baez record, and go hug a tree.