There’s a scene in Tomorrowland where the main character fights off some robots in a pop culture store. As they crash through the racks of merchandise, firing laser pistols in wild abandon, the barrage of pop culture images and sound effects play out like a homage to the history of science fiction. We hear the familiar squeal of R2-D2 seconds before a character crashes into a statue of the Iron Giant. Star Trek posters adorn the walls. Rock’Em Sock’Em robots fill the shelves. It is a garish concentration of pop culture ephemera, designed to delight the fans. And that’s what Tomorrowland is all about: nostalgia. It is a glimpse into the forgotten worlds of retrofuturism, where chrome jetpacks and airliners dominate the skies, and gleaming skyscrapers are skirted with radiating flanges. It is about everything that science fiction promised, yet failed to deliver.
Unfortunately, this failure to deliver extends to Tomorrowland itself. It is a spectacular and rollicking ride, but it offers very little serious commentary on its subject. For a film that is supposedly focused on the future, it is mired in the past.
Minor spoilers ahead…
I’d been waiting to see this film since the first enigmatic teaser trailer (embedded above). But I was disappointed to hear that it hadn’t received favourable reviews. Director Brad Bird’s previous films have been quite enjoyable, and the retrofuturism he employed in The Incredibles makes him well-suited to a project like Tomorrowland. So I went into the film with low expectations, but hoped to be surprised.
The story follows Casey (Britt Robertson), a dreamer who is sabotaging NASA’s attempts to close down their launch platforms. Casey is given a glimpse of Tomorrowland, a futuristic city where the brightest engineers and inventors and working to make the world a better place. She unites with the inventor Frank (George Clooney) and recruiter Athena (Raffey Cassidy), as the three of them attempt to make the perilous journey to Tomorrowland. Once there, they must save the world from an apocalyptic future, one that is constructed as the pessimistic alternative to Tomorrowland’s optimistic techno-utopia.
I came away from the cinema feeling hopelessly optimistic. This movie wants you to believe that the future can still be a shiny utopia, rather than the depressing slide back to barbarism that we’ve seen in recent apocalyptic films. It is a film that unashamedly examines the history of science fiction ideas, and this is the main reason I enjoyed it – it spoke directly to my (admittedly narrow) interests. I’ve written previously about the concept of Golden Age nostalgia, but Tomorrowland takes this to a very literal level, nostalgic for the actual Golden Age of science fiction. There were so many moments in the movie that spoke to my inner fan. A sequence in the middle of the film involves the “true purpose” behind the Eiffel Tower, a sort of science-fictionalized conspiracy involving Jules Verne, Gustave Eiffel, Nikola Tesla, and Thomas Edison. Perfect! And if that’s not enough science fiction references for you, there’s even a character named Hugo Gernsback. Really, Brad Bird?
It’s the aesthetic of Tomorrowland that really stands out. The first glimpses of the city, from a distant wheat field, deliberately invoke the Emerald City from The Wizard of Oz. The scenes in the city recall the pulp imaginings of Frank R. Paul. The population look like the idealized human image from the 1950’s – young, clean-cut, multicultural. The film even parodies itself in this aspect, with the sinister robot assassins looking hilariously resplendent with their slick Brylcreem hairdos and pearly white smiles. It’s like a bizarre mix of Mad Men and The Jetsons.
However, the film definitely has its flaws. The middle third of the film dragged for too long, as the characters overcame obstacles in their quest to return to Tomorrowland. The whole Joseph-Campbell-Hero’s-Quest surrounding Casey felt tired and unnecessary, almost undermining the film’s message that all of us need to embrace hope to save the future. If I didn’t have a critical interest in the pulp imaginings of early science fiction, I don’t think I would’ve have enjoyed this film as much. But it’s also my critical interest in the subject that led me to my biggest problem with the film.
It’s easy to compare this film to Chris Nolan’s Interstellar – they both yearn for the optimistic visions of yesteryear. Both films mourn the fact that humanity is no longer reaching for the stars. And both films capitalize on a nostalgia for Golden Age science fiction. But where Interstellar recaptures the heroic engineering feats of an early Heinlein novel, Tomorrowland reaches back even further, feeling like a rollicking pulp adventure that we may have encountered in the early days of Amazing Stories. We have the boy genius, the whizz-bang gadgetry, the hopeless optimism about the future. And this future is in reach – we just have to learn how to dream again! Parts of the movie feel like they’re straight out of Hugo Gernsback’s Ralph 124C 41+, with a techno-utopian vision that can be achieved through feats of engineering and good old-fashioned gumption.
But a text that offers a much more critical examination of the subject is William Gibson’s 1981 short story “The Gernsback Continuum.” This story actually feels like a critique of Tomorrowland, even though it was written over thirty years earlier. It follows a photographer who is tasked with capturing examples of retrofuturistic architecture – those old American diners that are modeled on rocket ships, gas stations ribbed by chrome rings, “ephemeral stuff extruded by the collective American subconscious of the Thirties…” During his assignment, he begins to catch glimpses of this alternate future, “semiotic ghosts” that flicker at the periphery of his vision. The story, like Tomorrowland, contrasts the future envisaged by Gernsback and his contempories with the harsh realities of the real world.
Yet where Tomorrowland desires to reach out and embrace this utopian vision, “The Gernsback Continuum” knows that the dream is a nightmare in disguise. Gibson writes, “The Thirties dreamed white marble and slipstream chrome, immortal crystal and burnished bronze, but the rockets on the covers of the Gernsback pulps had fallen on London in the dead of the night, screaming. After the war, everyone had a car – no wings for it – and the promised superhighway to drive it down, so that the sky itself darkened, and the fumes ate the marble and pitted the miracle crystal…”
What Tomorrowland fails to realize is that the very dream it tries to capture is the same dream that led society towards this nascent dystopia. In the pursuit of an idealized world, consumer desire for bigger and better things helped sustain the same industries that blackened our skies and poisoned our atmosphere. As Gibson wrote, those rocket ships became V2 rockets and ICBMs. While we dreamed of flying cars and gleaming cities, reality was already corrupting the foundations of that dream.
Towards the end of Tomorrowland, a character laments our society’s fixation with apocalyptic narratives. We are almost made to feel guilty for enjoying the genre. This is what ultimately disappointed me about the film: it was so open-heartedly earnest about embracing its utopian vision that it doesn’t pause to consider the downside of its dream. I love my science fiction to be socially aware, but Tomorrowland doesn’t engage with the real issues behind the film. It beats us over the head with images of the coming apocalypse, but for all its brash adventuring, it doesn’t offer anything else except a return to the past. It suggests that the solution to the problems of the future (climate change, fuel shortages, disease, etc) can be found by embracing the dreams of yesterday. It blithely ignores the fact that these dreams were the root of the problem.
It is William Gibson who summarises it best, speaking about his futuristic dreamscape of “The Gernsback Continuum”: “… the Future had come to America first, but had finally passed it by. But not here, in the heart of the Dream. Here, we’d gone on and on, in a dream logic that knew nothing of pollution, the finite bounds of fossil fuel, or foreign wars it was possible to lose.”
It’s good to dream, but at some point we need to wake up.