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Jupiter Ascending

Jupiter Ascending Into Uranus

When the rigors of life have taken their toll, there is nothing better than relaxing in front of the TV with a good movie. A comedy can lighten a sour mood and a drama can make me think more deeply, but perhaps my favorite genre is science fiction. Science fiction is escapism at its best. I love being able to glimpse into the future (be it a utopian or dystopian one) to see what we might become and sci-fi provides an entertaining way to do that.

Lilly and Lana Wachowski have written and directed some of the greatest sci-fi movies of the modern era including The Matrix series and V for Vendetta. The discussions of freedom and the limits to it in these films have become a touchstone for a generation of Americans, even going so far as to inspire the likes of Anonymous, the amorphous hacking collective that has both terrorized and titillated the world since 2003. The Wachowskis don’t just make good movies; sometimes they change the world.

It was with that in mind that I decided to spend two hours on a Sunday night watching another potential Wachowskis classic, Jupiter Ascending. After all, how could a big budget space opera written and directed by the Wachowskis that also stars Mila Kunis, Channing Tatum, Eddie Redmayne and Sean Bean be bad? The surprising answer is “in nearly every way possible.”

There isn’t much “good” to talk about so let’s get that out of the way first. If you love cool looking space ships, diverse aliens and city destruction porn, this movie has that in spades. I’d like to make this paragraph longer, but those are pretty much the only redeeming qualities of Jupiter Ascending.

The big problem with the movie is that it doesn’t make sense. After listening to a podcast and reading a summary on IMDB, I believe the plot of the movie is that a space alien queen is murdered and is reincarnated as a Russian immigrant maid played by Mila Kunis. Meanwhile, the space alien queen’s three kids believe they have inherited her estate, which includes the planet Earth where it turns out (spoiler alert, I think) humans are harvested for some sort of youth-restoring water.

There is only one problem with their plans: Mila Kunis’ character, Jupiter Jones, is the space alien queen reincarnate. As the movie explains, since Jupiter is genetically the same as the dead space alien queen (even though she looks completely different and was also alive at the same time as the queen), the Earth now belongs to Jupiter Jones. That doesn’t go over well with the now disinherited children of the dead space alien queen who subsequently decide to marry/kill/BFF Jupiter.

As if that weren’t already complicated enough, the whole mess is made worse by the addition of several characters, random facts and entire subplots that don’t really add anything to the movie. For example, there is a guy played by Sean Bean named Stinger whose house is filled with bees. These bees can apparently recognize royalty because of course they can; however, the usefulness of this fact never comes up again and Sean Bean’s character is of no real consequence to the rest of the movie. Ditto for the bounty hunters sent after Jupiter Jones by the disinherited space babies. They are after Jupiter, one of them gets killed and then they kind of just stop being in the movie.

Why any time was spent on these characters instead of filing in the details of this crazy story is beyond me. Channing Tatum’s character, Caine Wise, was integral to the plot as Jupiter’s protector, space guide and boyfriend, but there isn’t much there for the audience to hold on to. Caine is supposed to be part wolf (but he doesn’t really look much like a wolf) and part man (but he’s an alien); plus, he used to have wings that were clipped off for some reason and replaced by rocket skates that let him sort of roller-fly like a sky Xanadu. Caine would really like his wings back though because this wolf-boy secretly yearns to fly like a bird. Oh … and Jupiter likes him. That’s pretty much all we get.

It’s really surprising what the Wachowskis decided to leave in Jupiter Rising when so much is left out like an explanation for what is going on or why we should care about any of these people. The characters themselves don’t seem to be that interested in what is happening. Jupiter even goes back to being a maid after reclaiming the Earth as hers. She doesn’t say she is going to stop harvesting humans for youth juice and, other than getting a pair of rocket skates of her very own and a new bird/wolf/man boyfriend, Jupiter’s life remains mostly unchanged by her own choice. I spent two hours of my life to learn that; you should not. Do yourself a favor and watch something else.

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It used to be so cute. A little snooping here…a smidge of copyright infringement there; most of us didn’t even notice. Things went on that way for a number of years. I’m too lazy to pin down exactly when hacking came to the attention of the populace, but I’d guess it was sometime around the release of The Matrix. I mean, Neo saved Morpheus, hacked Agent Smith, presumably boned Trinity and freed himself from the Matrix, all in about 90 minutes! The nerds of the world saw that shit and caught hacker fever.

So while most of us continued to waste countless Internet hours on AOL, Friendster, MySpace and eventually Facebook, hackers built a culture complete with its own beliefs, desires and language. Then they started picking targets.

In the last few years, the world saw a glut of once private information taken by hackers from companies and individuals alike. It’s been a liberating, informative, entertaining, painful, damaging and eye-opening run. Through it all, hackers have garnered fans and enemies.

For those who hate them, there are plenty of reasons to complain. Getting your credit card number jacked and posted on some hacker forum is not cool, and having your identity stolen can be a nightmare. While I can think of a few people who wouldn’t have a problem sending e-mails about Viagra and other dick-enhancing drugs, most people would prefer if those kinds of e-mails didn’t go out with their names on them.

Like the subject matter of their spam e-mails, hackers can be dicks. Reporters from an English newspaper owned by News Corp. (the parent company of Fox) hacked the cell phones of a kidnapped teen and the victim of a terrorist bombing. As if this wasn’t bad enough, the reporters even deleted messages to make room once the voice mail inbox was full. Police have a hard enough time finding the right people to punish; do we really need someone to make matters worse?

Of course, it’s not all bad; there are also good hackers. Some of these good hackers are called “white hats.” White hats use their knowledge and skills to improve the security of governments and businesses. They design programs to prevent hacking attacks or to stop them once they have been launched. These people are the reason why your computer works (most of the time) and why you have been getting away with using the same Hotmail password since 1998. These are all great things, but the white hats aren’t the only hackers doing good out there. Take Wikileaks, for example.

The information released by Wikileaks changed the world. Documents obtained by hackers and given to Wikileaks confirm our suspicions that the world is truly a fucked up place. We’ve learned that government leaders will say anything to appease the populace, even if they have no intention of following through with it. Their release has caused massive uprisings in Africa and the Middle East, toppling power structures that the west thought could not be moved.

When not talking politics, hackers are often delving into their other favorite areas: porn and music. The amount of free, hacked porn and music on the Internet is mind/ear/load blowing. When was the last time you bought a physical CD? Are you really buying every album on iTunes? Aren’t you glad you don’t have to go through the embarrassment of renting porn at a video store? Before free, hacked porn, I was forced to watch porn between the squiggles of cable channels to which I hadn’t subscribed. It was ridiculous; tits and elbows were virtually identical. I still mix them up. The elbow is the one with the nipple right?

Hackers have brought the ultimate elbow-nipple-twister to pinch us out of our long techno-slumber. Our eyes are finally open and we have questions…questions like: “Can you please not hack me?” “Is it cool if I blame you for my accidentally released dick pic?” “Why did you have to send my grandma that penis pump e-mail?” and “If you happen to hack Citibank again, will you please delete my student loan?” You know, the important stuff.

By Bocephus Chigger
bocephus@submergemag.com