TriStar Picures
In the 2154 have vs. have-not world of Neill Blomkamp’s Elysium, the wealthy and elite have taken up residence in a well manicured pseudo-planet in the sky. To the down-trodden masses in Los Angeles, that domicile overhead, which is called Elysium, gleams. It’s Utopia, pure and simple – a Neptunian vision to aspire to, or to die trying.
Elysium’s dictatorially inclined defense minister Delacourt (Jodie Foster) – her name plays on the phrase “of the heart,” an organ she’s clearly missing – is plotting to amass more control. And ultimately, she’s the force that Max (Matt Damon) must confront if he’s to make it up there in time to save his life, because the masses on earth enjoy zero healthcare benefits.
Max, one of the impoverished minions, has suffered radiation poisoning at his factory job. An orphan, he was told by one of the nuns (Neptune) who raised him that he was meant to do something special with his life. Max never forgot his childhood aspirational dream (Neptune). Now, terminally ill, he conveniently reconnects with his best friend from the orphanage, Frey (Alice Braga) – now a nurse with a critically ill daughter of her own – the gal he once promised to take to Elysium.
With help from some buddies from his criminal days, Max gets outfitted with some mean exoskeletal body weaponry, and helps plot the granting all earthlings Elysium citizenship, a feat he’ll execute once he’s reached the upscale satellite.
Clearly demonstrating his goodhearted nature throughout the movie, Max ups the ante by transcending (Neptune) his childhood fantasy (Neptune) and embracing Neptune’s selfless, compassionate and even God-like attributes as a Christ figure. Max may wind up breaking into Elysium but his humanity’s earned it.
Astrology Film Review: ♆ (Neptune)
