A disastrous disaster movie. Worth a point for the impressive, over-reaching tech work, though.
Iron Sky is, to adopt technical parlance, a piece of shit. This is a film set in 2018 and opens by revealing that – for reasons the filmmakers haven’t bothered to flesh out – the Nazis fled from the Europe in 1945 and have been orchestrating a counter attack from a Swastika-shaped hidey-hole on the Moon. Yep, Moon Nazis. That’s where we’re at.
In what feels like a digital effects reel that’s been haphazardly spliced in to a particularly lacklustre episode of South Park, this limpest-of-limp satires shows us how the Nazis came back to Earth, and then how the denizens of Earth, now led by a bumbling, reactionary Sarah Palin clone, are not averse to using the same underhand tactics as their vile foes. You can just about forgive the film’s willful idiocy, because that’s exactly where it’s pitched.
That it’s horrendously dramatised, offensive without ever being clever and, on a visual level, looks like a relic from 1998 – no, you cannot forgive that. The purported satirical barbs are as blunt as a ladle – while the one good joke (a reference to Chaplin’s The Great Dictator) is milked for all its meagre worth.
What’s so sad about this revolting, would-be straight-to-DVD mess is that a lot of the production design and digital work – particularly the steampunky space ships – are actually rather impressive. The great tragedy is that all this hard work has been put to the service of something so utterly, irredeemably, triumphantly awful.
The pitch for the film has been floating around for years and is so silly it does pique the interest.
A disastrous disaster movie. How fitting. But worth a point for the impressive, over-reaching tech work.
Lowballing schlock and nothing more.