By trying to satisfy every kind of viewer, it's possible that Sphere may end up pleasing no
one. Action lovers will be bored by what they will see as an interminably boring setup. Audience
members who crave more intellectual fare will be disgusted by the film's sudden collapse into
mindless storytelling and by the ending, which is an insulting cop-out. Somewhere out there,
maybe there's a small cadre of film-goers who will appreciate Sphere's dubious charms,
but I'm not among them.
I sincerely hope the novel is better than the movie (I no longer read anything by either Michael
Crichton or John Grisham), because if the finished motion picture product is anything to go by, it's
hard to understand why the rights were optioned. Sphere is the kind of first-class mess
that only a top-line director with an A-list cast can create. With expectations high (And how could
they not be, considering that another Barry Levinson/Dustin Hoffman collaboration, the excellent
Wag the Dog, is still playing in theaters?), something
this bad can't help but look even worse. The last time a big-name, big-budget film displayed this
level of ineptitude was last year's Batman & Robin,
and everyone knows how that movie was received.
Sphere starts out a little like an amalgamation of Contact and James Cameron's The Abyss, but,
somewhere along the way, it collapses into the cellar with another recent science fiction effort, Event Horizon. Science and philosophy, which are used to
good effect during Sphere's first hour, give way to mindless, confusing action sequences.
Attempts at characterization fall apart. Intelligent writing, which is evident early on, is replaced by
hackneyed drivel. Special effects take over as the plotline devolves into incoherent silliness. But
all that is just in preparation for the ending, which is inexcusably awful. This is the time-honored
deus ex machina device used to its worst effect. I left the theater feeling cheated by the
way Crichton and his screenwriters had chosen to end the film.
There is some promise, but it's all in the setup. We're introduced to Norman Goodman (Dustin
Hoffman), a psychologist who once wrote a $35,000 report for the government about what to do in
the event that a crashed space ship is discovered. When one is found in the middle of nowhere,
1000 feet below the surface of the Pacific Ocean, Norman is called in to be part of the welcoming
committee. On the team with him are Beth Halperin (Sharon Stone), a biochemist who was once
his student and lover; Harry Adams (Samuel L. Jackson), a mathematician who earned his first
doctorate at the age of 18; Ted Fielding (Liev Schreiber), an astrophysicist who is awed by the
opportunity to explore alien technology; and Harold Barnes (Peter Coyote), the government
operative in charge of the mission. Together, the five descend into the bowels of the ocean, where
they rendezvous with a temporary sea base on the ocean floor from which they will attempt to
make first contact.
For a while, Sphere had me fooled into thinking it was going to take an astute approach to
the man-meets-alien situation. The overall scenario is not without promise and several plot twists
(such as the revelation that the enormous craft is actually an American space ship, apparently from
the future) offer intriguing possibilities. Then, right around the one-hour mark (that's the time to
sneak into the theater next door and check out whatever's left of Titanic), the virtually non-stop action begins, and, once it
starts, the script becomes superfluous. This might be acceptable if director Levinson generated
some legitimate tension, but, instead, he relies on loud, overbearing music, strange camera angles,
and quick cuts to make things "exciting." Additionally, because none of the characters are well-
formed (a common failing in a
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