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Whale Wars...In Space


Neill Blomkamp, despite your thoughts on his most recent works, has been attempting to ignite, rekindle, or fuel (depending on your perspective) the adult-oriented original scifi genre. Blomkamp got his first break with District 9. The film introduced a new model for scifi theatrical success, though sadly the model has not been fool proof, as Blomkamp and a sort-of unrelated Tom Cruise can vouch. Blomkamp, however, refuses to let his (and those like-minded) dreams die. He promptly gave support to a highly successful proof of concept/short titled Leviathan.

And no, this isn't a foreign property law drama set in Russia, or a dialogue-less documentary on North American fishing and its effects on nature, or a valiant effort of an Alien/Thing-esque horror flick about a gene-altering aquatic virus. This is about space whaling. Yes, space whaling. I can hear Efrit's drool dripping on the carpet as I type, when only fond imagery of this episode of Futurama dances in my head.

But enough of spewing my knowledge of film with links galore, let us now discuss the amazing short and the opportunities Blomkamp has awarded it. Leviathan boasts fantastic visuals with an interesting premise. Efrit is all about the monsters, so any excuse to bring them to the big screen is a good one, but the synopsis has appeal. Through forced employment, often by incarcerated means, a business operates on a far off planet, harvesting fluid from massive, flying, orca-like creatures. The fluid provides the fuel needed for faster-than-light travel. Like whaling of old, it is dangerous work. The "trailer" gives a glimpse of the danger, and a glimpse of how entertaining such a film could be.

Blomkamp jumped on the opportunity to further this project along. Soon after, it was picked up by Fox and is now in development. It is a wonderful thing to see projects like this gain recognition and support. Thanks to people like Blomkamp, we are able to see more original content with substance and enjoyment. Here's to Leviathan chomping through the skies and into our calloused hearts in the near future.

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