The office drones of the US company Belko Industries working in an office
block rather far outside of Bogotá in Colombia are looking forward to another
boring day doing the sort of vaguely defined human resources work whose use the
people actually involved can barely comprehend. Their day begins rather
peculiar, though, for there’s a new, heavily armed troop of guards securing the
place, turning away all non-American employees at the gate for “security
reasons”.
Once the work day has actually started, a voice over the building’s intercom
calmly demands of the employees to kill two among their number, or more of them
will be killed instead. What sounds like a sick joke becomes rather more
disturbing when the building is completely sealed off from the outside by
automated metal shutters. And that’s before our protagonists learn that the
tracking devices implanted into their necks to dissuade the local gangs from
kidnappings are actually explosives built to make a nasty mess out of one’s
head.
Not surprisingly, panic and general human shittiness ensues, with people
generally tending to one of two factions: one, let’s call them the ones with
souls, kinda-sorta lead by Mike Milch (John Gallagher Jr.) want to try and find
some way to escape or seek help. The other group, very much dominated by the
company’s local ex-military COO Barry (Tony Goldwyn), is set to break into the
security guard’s armoury and decide whom to murder to satisfy the disembodied
voice very, very quickly. Barry does the expected mumbling about hard choices
all men in power begin when it is time to sacrifice others for their interests,
so everything is set up for a bit of a massacre, or “just another day at the
office”, like we called it in one of my former places of employ.
Watching The Belko Experiment, one might start speculating that its
writer James Gunn has developed a bit of a hankering for the more drastic films
he made before he started working for Marvel on the (decidedly beloved by me, as
well as millions) Guardians of the Galaxy movies. Directed by
Australian Greg McLean in his usually efficient and effective manner, The
Belko Experiment is a film with an angry, gory streak, full of the kind of
black humour I find difficult not to read as a product of frustration with the
world and the people inhabiting it right now.
In its bloody, fast and furious way, McLean’s film is really rather fun, as
bizarre as that sounds as a description of a film in which nearly eighty people
die in exceedingly bloody ways, quite a few of them deftly drawn as human beings
by Gunn’s script and a bunch of talented actors. Even the characters that are
outright psychopaths or sociopaths (including a memorably intense and brutal
performance by John C. McGinley) have reasons – well, excuses, if we’re being
honest – for what they do, so there’s a feeling of actual stakes to the action
and the carnage.
In spirit, The Belko Experiment reminds me of certain violently
satiric and angry movies produced by Roger Corman in the late 70s and early 80s
(Death Race 2000 certainly comes to mind), despite its decided lack of
camp appeal. There’s a comparable degree of honest anger and frustration under
the artfully polished surface, at least, that makes the film more effective than
many comparable movies about people locked in somewhere having to play sadistic
games, as well as a rather clear-eyed idea of how fascism works in practice.
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
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