$14 million, near enough, is not exactly big money in the peculiar world of film financing (it’s about a tenth, at most, of the budget of the new Planet of the Apes film), but for the likes of you and I (I am assuming there are no oil sheikhs or other eccentric billionaires reading this, as usual) it’s still the sort of sum you would feel the loss of if it happened to go missing. And yet you still occasionally come across a low-to-mid budget film which has apparently been dumped, abandoned, given up on.
Such is the case with Gabriela Cowperthwaite’s I.S.S., which as I write is most likely not screening at a cinema anywhere near you. A poster advertising this one did appear briefly at the local Curzon, but it looks like the chain has decided not to show the actual film; likewise, I’ve never seen a trailer for it anywhere. Were it not for the occasionally idiosyncratic scheduling policy of the independent cinema just down the street from where I live, I doubt I would have seen the film at all – but it’s showing there a total of four times. Of course, the lack of publicity means that – based on the audience at the screening I went to – it’s probably only going to be seen by about eight people in total, but it’s still nice to have the chance, and one can’t help feeling that this is just a film which has been somewhat unlucky (we shall return to this).
Doing my pre-film due diligence it did occur to me that I knew the name Gabriela Cowperthwaite from somewhere, and it turned out that she was responsible for Blackfish, one of the most significant documentaries of the last few years – well, certainly significant if you’re on the board of SeaWorld (a US theme park chain), for the impact of the film’s allegations about the treatment of orcas in the parks caused a massive drop in the corporation’s profits. It’s therefore a little surprising to find her in charge of what’s essentially a space thriller movie – but I.S.S. is still a pretty solid film.
I should say at this point that I turned up to this film knowing very little beyond the names of the director and leading lady and the fact that it would very likely involve the International Space Station (yes, I am noted for my intuitive genius and also my knowledge of abbreviations), which meant that most of what happened came as a complete surprise to me. This may mean that I was more impressed by the boldness of the premise than I would have been if I’d known more of the outline in advance. Possibly this is one of those films which really lends itself to being seen with a minimum of foreknowledge. I mention this because there are obviously going to be spoilers after the image.
The film opens with NASA biologist Kira Foster (Ariana DeBose) on her way to the I.S.S. with her colleague (John Gallagher Jr) – they are greeted there by their American superior (Chris Messina) and three Russian cosmonauts. (I know what you’re thinking, and we will come to this.) The atmosphere aboard the station is mostly quite genial, except for a moment when someone plays Wind of Change by the Scorpions and it all gets a little bit tense. Foster finds herself struggling a bit to establish herself and acclimatise to life in zero gravity.
Then, after a day or so, she wakes up to find a state of mild concern amongst her crewmates – the internet connection with Earth is down and they are having trouble getting in touch with ground control. Kira goes up to the cupola (the bit with the big windows you always see in documentaries about the I.S.S.) to relax, only to notice fireballs blooming across the surface of the planet below…
On reflection I think the movie possibly misses a trick at this point – contact is briefly re-established with Earth, confirming that a military confrontation is in progress, and both groups are secretly instructed to secure control of the I.S.S. for their respective nations. It might have been rather more effective to leave everybody guessing and have the two sides wrestling with the dilemma of whether or not to act on their own initiative. As it is, it’s a moderately tense story with a tendency to slide into melodrama (several characters abruptly become ruthless nationalists) and a slightly predictable arc. It doesn’t have the slickness or flair of Gravity or Life (two of the more obvious points of reference), and the way in which the interactions of the Americans and Russians on board take on a kind of metaphorical significance – they symbolise their countries – could have been handled with a lighter touch.
It would be interesting to see how it compares to The Challenge, a Russian film from last year which was partially made on location with professional actors on the actual I.S.S. – it does feel like the novelty of doing a movie merely set on the I.S.S. must necessarily fade in these circumstances. We should bear in mind that I.S.S. was filmed three years ago, however, and has presumably been sitting on a shelf for much of the intervening period.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that this is because the film was written before the war in Ukraine broke out, transforming its vision of nuclear conflict between the US and Russia from an abstract notion to a grimly plausible possibility. (Naturally there’s no explicit mention of Ukraine in the script.) It may seem implausible for US-Russian co-operation to still exist in the film, but the real-life I.S.S. still has a mixed crew on board; it would be fascinating to learn about how they negotiate the reality of their situation.
As it is, the arresting nature of the film’s premise is also possibly its biggest problem. ‘What would happen on the I.S.S. if nuclear war broke out on Earth?’ is the question the film is asking, to which most people’s answer would probably be, understandably, ‘who cares?’ – the fate of one space station being pretty small potatoes in the face of potential armageddon. The film tries to address this problem, revealing that one of the research projects on board could be decisive in which side ultimately becomes dominant, but this never really convinces. The most visually striking element of the film is the various shots of the station gliding serenely past the camera while the planet burns in the background. In every sense, you can’t help focussing on the latter rather than the former.
This is a major flaw which the film never really finds an answer to. But there are some nice performances (Pilou Asbaek, who has one of those faces you’ll recognise from somewhere or other, plays the most reasonable of the Russian characters), it looks fine, and it attempts to portray some tricky things quite successfully, like zero-gravity hand-to-hand combat (though I suspect the film-makers underestimate how difficult it is to inflict serious blunt-force trauma in these circumstances). This is, as I say, a solid movie, but once you get past the impact of the premise it doesn’t have anything tremendously interesting to say for itself.