I have to confess I have not read Carl Sagan’s novel, which may well be good and is, some say, better than the movie. Last night (thanks to Surry Hills Library) I watched Contact — for the first time, believe it or not! I can imagine what a spectacle it would have been on the big screen, and I give it full marks in the spectacle department. That I genuinely enjoyed.
But then, I’m afraid, it all goes down hill for me. I am afraid to say I found much about Contact utterly banal. Matthew McConaughey, the male lead, was bloody awful, not helped by the fact his character was just unbelievable. Jody Foster did a better job, but it was hard actually to care about the cardboard cutout she was playing. The issues raised — essentially “there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, then are dreamt of in your philosophy” — were rendered down in this movie to cliches.