Studio: Netflix
Director: Brad Peyton
Writer: Leo Sardarian, Aron Eli Coleite
Producer: Brad Peyton, Jeff Fierson, Joby Harold, Tory Tunnell, Jennifer Lopez, Elaine Goldsmith-Thomas, Benny Medina, Greg Berlanti, Sarah Schechter
Stars: Jennifer Lopez, Simu Liu, Sterling K. Brown, Gregory James Cohan, Abraham Popoola, Lana Parrilla, Mark Strong
Review Score:
Summary:
Decades after a bot uprising kills millions of humans, a conflicted counter-terrorism analyst joins a dangerous mission to hunt down an AI enemy with whom she shares a past.
Review:
I imagine for a fair number of viewers, Jennifer Lopez will be the biggest draw with "Atlas." For me, I feared she would be the biggest drawback. Even for a Netflix film, which is automatically attached to cellar floor expectations due to the streamer's track record for mediocre-at-best original movies, I'm still an easy sell for any sci-fi adventure involving massive mechs, wars between humans and robots, or outer space firefights, and "Atlas" includes all three. But could I really trust an image-obsessed diva like Lopez to actually get down and dirty with laser-firing chaos and gritty guerrilla drama? Turns out I can't, although "Atlas" nevertheless has enough going for it as a CGI spectacle that the movie mostly works in spite of Lopez, not because of her.
It's barely been two weeks since I wrote a review for another movie set in a bleak near-future, "Humane" (review here), where I cracked that its opening assembly of newscaster voiceovers was "a tried-and-true trick for establishing exposition in under a minute." Tried and true indeed, because guess what? "Atlas" does the exact same thing. Over opening credits, a smattering of newscaster sound bites accompanied by scan-lined video clips (because digital artifacting is apparently a technical difficulty in the future) sets up the backstory, which isn't anything special, yet functions fine for establishing a serviceable sci-fi setting.
In the year 2043, artificially intelligent bots all over the world inexplicably override their programming and slaughter three million humans. Harlan, an AI entity who was raised alongside his brilliant programmer's young daughter Atlas, is identified as the terrorist mastermind behind the rebellion. Following an international counterattack against the AI assassins, Harlan flees the planet, but vows to resume his attempted genocide at a later date.
That date is 28 years later, for no noticeable reason other than to reestablish Atlas as an adult. I know ageism is frowned upon, but it's kind of well-known that Jennifer Lopez is in her fifties, since her PR people want JLo to be seen as an age-defying icon. So forgive me that when her character is presented as 38, as well as someone with a reputation for being difficult to work with, I couldn't help but roll my eyes with a chuckling smirk.
Technically, "Atlas" also indicates the titular character could be 39. The newscasters in 2043 say Atlas is ten at the time of the AI uprising, yet it's later said she was 11 when her mother was murdered. Both events occurred at literally the same time, so I'm not sure which number to go with. But since end credits also identify a character clearly called "Casca Vix" as being named "Casca Decius," I'm not under any impression that keeping details straight is a priority.
Anyway, 28 years after the AI revolt, Harlan resurfaces on another world in another galaxy. Now working as a counter-terrorism analyst who is deeply suspicious of anything related to artificial intelligence, Atlas insists she be sent on the mission to take down the greatest threat humanity has ever faced, because she carries the burden of feeling responsible for her "brother" Harlan's heel turn. Once she's over the other planet, Harlan shoots down the ship carrying Atlas and a team of rangers intent on obliterating his AI forces. Now, Atlas has to face her fear of artificial intelligence by bonding with a semi-sentient mech suit that may be her only chance of survival, and her best shot at terminating Harlan once and for all.
I've seen some sources claim "Atlas" either flirts with or openly addresses real-world issues regarding advancements in AI technology, and the wider implications of how its application threatens to render humans inessential. The inclusion of such themes paralleling current concerns is exaggerated at best, and patently untrue at worst. The AI aspect doesn't add much of anything. The villainous bots could be vampires, an alien race, or some similarly interchangeable danger and there'd be little material difference to the plot, which is A-to-Z predictable even by Hollywood's standards of "safe" scripting.
Remember when I mentioned I was right not to trust an image-conscious personality like Jennifer Lopez to get in the tough-it-out trenches of sacrificing celebrity for the sake of a film full of sweat, grime, and electromagnetic explosions? That's because she doesn't. If you're wondering why she'd sign up for an action-packed epic, it's because she doesn't have to provide any of that action. For much of the movie, Lopez stays stationary, sitting inside her mech suit while shouting at holographic projections and arguing with a computer's voice. Lopez plays Atlas as a perpetually grim sourpuss, always pessimistic to apocalyptic extremes, so she isn't much fun for anyone, including the audience, to be around.
However, there is fun to be found in the dazzling shoot-em-up sequences that intrude on constant close-ups of Lopez's frowning face or staid conversations with the disembodied robot that occupies the role of her main co-star. "Atlas's" sci-fi stuff isn't on par with "Star Wars" or anything. It's more in line with the average imagery of a fast-paced video game. But there are plenty of mechanized machines crashing and burning, colorful digital displays lighting up sharply designed backdrops, and definitely dozens of detonations providing a visual feast of virtual fireworks. The eye candy's sweetness compliments hectic battle and bombings rather well.
Atlas's routine character arc is what it is, and about what one would expect from a slightly sleepwalking Jennifer Lopez performance. Yet the surrounding fiction, redundant though some of it might be, holds its own with an entertaining special effects extravaganza when the blander bits aren't in the way. Maybe Lopez's portions aren't anything memorable. But other pieces combine for a futuristic fantasy that is halfway decent as a live-action comic book, or as a VFX department's demo reel if you want to be more cynical about it. These days, "halfway decent" can qualify as pretty high praise for a Netflix film.
Review Score: 60
At least the movie only runs 70 minutes, though I suppose that extra 10 technically disqualifies it from being a literal amateur hour.