“Independence Day: Resurgence” is what happens when studio executives realize that the kids who loved the original “Independence Day” are fully grown and gainfully employed.
Like a plague of alien locusts, “Resurgence” has arrived to harvest childhood dreams and to mine some cold hard cash from 30-somethings nationwide.
“Resurgence” is not the first unnecessary sequel to try to convert nostalgia into profits, and like many of its ilk, it is riddled with misfortune.
While the original “Independence Day” wasn’t the deepest film ever, it boasted a cast of interesting characters who had to rely on their own wits to overcome seemingly impossible odds. “Resurgence” opts for a lazier approach. Most of the characters do little more than string together cheesy one-liners. Ingenuity has been largely replaced by laser cannons and nonsensical “cold fusion bombs.”
The alien threat has grown to unintentionally comical extremes. No longer are the aliens satisfied to cause terror in city-sized ships, now they have one massive ship the size of the Atlantic. Yes, the entire Atlantic. And they have a goofy, Godzilla-like queen that eventually runs amok in the New Mexican desert, like all leaders of advanced civilizations do.
Then there’s the space sphere of salvation, a supposedly advanced alien being that has come to aid humanity in its fight against the evil aliens. This savior, which looks sort of like a Pokemon ball and talks in a baby doll voice, manages to get its ship blown up by humans and then spends the rest of the movie being rescued from the aliens it’s supposed to be rescuing everyone else from. It’s enough to make one miss Jar Jar Binks.
“Resurgence” does have some mildly redeeming factors. The action is entertaining. The special effects are good. The acting in “Resurgence” is generally solid, despite the asinine dialog. Brent Spiner, in particular, is delightful as the comically eccentric Dr. Brakish Okun. But the film’s few highlights aren’t enough to save it from itself.