Disclosure Day, a work past its prime.
With high expectations, yesterday I watched Disclosure Day by Steven Spielberg.
With great disappointment, I left the theater.
Spielberg sticks to his old tropes but doesn’t update them. The result: a sort of poorly executed Cliff’s Notes of his Sci-Fi cinema.
Everything is revealed almost from the start, and suspense flies out the window: aliens exist and crashed badly in Roswell in 1947.
While the World teeters on the brink of World War III (how original!), a self-proclaimed computer genius, working for the usual Men in Black, decides to reveal humanity’s pressing truth, convinced that this new awareness will stop the Apocalypse (yeah, right…).
From this premise, we launch into the usual parade of Black SUVs chasing the fugitive, but no one ever brings out the heavy artillery.
And all this in 2026, when a Chinese drone, bought on Temu and piloted by a fifteen-year-old, would be enough to get rid of the annoying troublemaker.
If it weren’t for the smartphones and ultra-flat screens, it’s clear we’re in the Nineties, only missing Mulder and Scully to feel like we’re in one of the most banal X-Files episodes.
The food for thought is mentioned only in passing, in the name of a universal appeal: Empathy between men will save Humanity. Stuff that not even Walter Veltroni…
The directing, cinematography, acting, the soundtrack all feel routine, bordering on TV production quality.
Only the disturbing scene of the alien abduction of the two protagonists as children hints at a possible Tim Burton-esque turn: but are we really sure these Aliens are good guys?
This hypothetical development puts Spielberg on edge, so he reverts to the more reassuring chase of the Black SUVs.
The wild ride, thankfully, comes to an end—and does so in the Boomer Necropolis, that is, the TV studios.
Here, to the utmost amazement of Mid-West grandmas, the hidden x-files are about to be aired: it’s clear that Life doesn’t want to spare us anything!
The spectator is left with a blend of boredom and bewilderment at the film’s thesis: They Hid Everything From Us!
Boredom and bewilderment that, in the end, melt away in a liberating Esticazzi.
Despite anticipation, the movie delivers little impact and leaves viewers wanting more.
Fans of Spielberg might be especially disappointed by this latest sci-fi venture.