Movie Review: “Atlas Shrugged,” and so will you

The “s”  word is never used in “Atlas Shrugged: Part 1,” the first film of a planned trilogy of Ayn Rand’s magnum opus. But it’s there in spirit, whispered off camera by the heroes of Rand’s exceptional-people-intent-on-doing-exceptional-things tale, saving the economy, fighting “the government” and succeeding in spite of a vast “pay your taxes” conspiracy aligned against them.

After years of teasing, tempting notions of how this book might be filmed, with the likes of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt attached for the longest time, it arrives in theaters a lumbering, stale and retro feast for Rand’s converts — an eye-rollingly clumsy amble through a Middle Earth of Monopolists for the rest of us.

The script takes us to a future — 2016 — when the economy is in shambles, poverty is on the rise, newspapers are relevant again and steel and the railroads built from it are the only thing that can save us. The problem, laid out time and again by the Dagny Taggart (pretty, but bland Taylor Schilling) and her compatriot in inequality, Henry Rearden (Grant Bowler, less bland ), is the collusion of competing businesses and The State o prevent the Darwinian winner-take-all champions Dagny and Rearden from succeeding.

Dagny is anti-egalitarian to her very marrow, CEO of a railroad firm that her worthless brother has run into the ground but which She and She Alone can save by rebuilding the lines with Rearden Metal. As Dagny stands up to snakes in the State House (Michael Lerner, playing a caricature, Jon Polito,  playing another one), and unions and those who would stand in her way, she makes eyes at Rearden — a married man. And he, though married to a bloodsucking shrew, feels guilty about it.

How quaint. That’s the best word for these days of future passed, a movie targeted at an audience who remembers when Rand was cool, rail was king and if you wanted to move oil around, there were no pipelines — only trains.

Dagny has issues. “I guess I’ve never felt anything at all.” She’s all about raw materials and profits and she preaches her gospel of untrammeled capitalism to one and all. “Why these stupid altruistic urges,” she wants to know as she considers the reasons the country’s gone to hell.

And, like everybody else, she wants to know, “Who is John Galt?” The “Galt” mystery — a man (that’s actor-director Paul Johansson) dressed as “Casino” Jack Abramoff wanders into scene after scene, convincing the fattest of the fat cats to join his cause — is where Rand goes after Frank Capra’s John Doe, the Everyman Little Man whom, judging from the film and the book it was based on, must have stuck in her craw something fierce.

It’s not a bad looking movie, with Deco design touches that remind me of the earlier Rand film adaptation, “The Fountainhead.” But the acting’s flat and the script is absurdly cluttered with characters whose purpose may only truly become clear if they ever are allowed to make the other two films they have planned.

Whatever points Rand made, in novel after novel, about the exceptional being held back by social conventions dictated by the mediocre and socialism in its various forms are not exactly lost, but just so hammily played as to provoke giggles. Here was someone who believed in making her own success and keeping the profits of those success, thus her enduring appeal to conservatives and tax protestors.

It is, of course, Tea Party agitprop. The film’s been endorsed by many in those circles, sight unseen. But even they must recognize it’s a generally artless affair, a stale soap opera of a movie made by an actor turned director plainly out of his depth.

Still, as a primer on the cult of Rand and its members, “Atlas Shrugged” occasionally approaches engrossing. She spent her career inveighing against the evils of the system that chased her and her family out of Russia. Her fans seem to be still fighting that war, resisting tyranny by a government with too much power, blaming that tyranny for the way their lives have turned out and the country they claim to fear for as they find tyranny in every tax, every social program, every regulation that protects the weak from high-handed heroines like Dagny Taggart, an Evita of the boardroom, a Norma Rae speaking up for the oppressed and exceptional  Monied class.  What Jolie and Pitt (Her John Galt?) saw in this, and how they would have played it.

MPAA rating: Unrated, a small bit of profanity, adult situations.

Cast: Taylor Schilling, Grant Bowler, Paul Johansson, Jon Polito, Michael Lerner

Credits: Directed by Paul Johansson, written by John Agliaro and Patrick Brian O’Toole and based on the Ayn Rand novel. A Rocky Mountain Pictures release. Runing time: 1:33

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2 Responses to Movie Review: “Atlas Shrugged,” and so will you

  1. Chuck says:

    You should have left off the last two paragraphs of the review… at least then you would have retained your credibility. I’m interested in listening to an opinion on movies… I find you using a movie review as a soapbox to blabber about your politics to be both inelegant and downright embarrassing on your part.

    • If you’re the sort who takes this “Me First, Me Last, Me Only” romance novels for the greedy seriously, then you’re pretty accustomed to the phrase “embarrassing on your part” your own self.

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