One side is purported to be the real-life Abigail Tyler, and the other side is the Mila Jovovich version of Dr. Tyler, with both talking over one another. It’s terribly distracting, especially when there’s a big difference in acting quality, as there is throughout most of the movie. Even when the (bad) writing is the same on both sides, the difference in delivery is shocking. It’s bad news for a movie when your big, shocking reveal scenes get laughs. Not tittering, not snickers, but actual guffaws. Yet in The Fourth Kind, several scenes which were intended to shock or horrify just drew laughs from the audience, myself included. Part of it is due to the mediocre special effects, and part of it has to do with the sledgehammer editing. I’ve never seen a movie with this many cuts, blurs, and otherwise pointless special effects inserted generally at random. It’s also a very poorly shot movie. There’s a lot of what I like to call television shots, namely, extreme close-ups of faces. I don’t need to see an actor’s pores. Nor do I need lots of interstitial shots of the Alaskan wilderness, the starry night sky, giant-faced owls, or what is supposedly the city of Nome at night. I understand that’s where the commercial breaks will go when this movie hits basic cable, but you don’t need to make it blatantly obvious. However, combining mockumentary footage with based-on-a-true-story-reenactment filmmaking just doesn’t work. At least, it doesn’t work for this movie. The suspension of disbelief needed to pull off the mockumentary is ruined by the actors on the other side of the screen, and the ability of the reenactment to suck the viewer in is irreparably damaged by the presence of the grainy, supposedly real footage opposite it. The Fourth Kind is cat poop and onions.
US correspondent Ron Hogan used to be afraid of aliens, but now he’s just afraid of bad movies. Find more by Ron at his blog, Subtle Bluntness, and daily at Shaktronics and PopFi.
