Director: Henry Hobson
Writer: John Scott 3
Stars: Arnold Schwarzenegger, Abigail Breslin, Joely Richardson
Whilst an interesting take on the zombie movie, it adds nothing worth remembering.
The zombie genre has hit a new high in popularity with the success of the FX show The Walking Dead and the last thing cinema needed was another zombie film where an infection breaks out and a band of ‘everyday’ people try to survive for two hours. To the credit of first-time director Henry Hobson Maggie is not the typical zombie film, but it offers essentially nothing new to the genre either, made worse by the casting of Arnold Schwarzenegger in a role in which he can establish no authority.
Hobson’s crucial mistake is making his film so dour and one-note without fleshing out the main characters (the titular Maggie and her father Wade, played by Schwarzenegger) to a point where we care if Maggie lives or dies, that all emotional involvement drains away earlier on. The premise is certainly intriguing but Hobson’s treatment of his characters and situation always too shallow and minimalist to satisfy anyone looking for a fresh take on well-trodden ground; the zombie infection is treated like any terminal disease in real life, where the sufferer is affected physically and friends and families are affected emotionally, and whilst this may sound like a deep and thought provoking idea, Maggie soon shows its hand as being bereft of ideas. Quite why we should care about the fictional dilemma is unclear when the film pads out its modest running time with precious little more than you might find in a Nicholas Sparks weepie. Cancer or zombie infection – what’s the difference except that one is entirely made up and carries no weight whatsoever in a world which is never established as anything more than… grey.
And grey is the only colour Hobson seems to know, evoking far too much of The Walking Dead (I read that he was a title designer on several features and this is seemingly the limitation of his cinematic sensibilities) to convince us he has a truly original idea in mind, and paired with a floating camera which when used as freely as it is here, comes off a purely aesthetic without the emotional depth to warrant its use. Like the story and characterization, Hobson’s directing technique is empty and vapid; if we cared it might have some resonance but dark and dingy alone is not enough to take the place of character and emotion – John Hillcoat’s The Road it certainly is not.
One scene where Maggie goes away with friends for a night and we are introduced to another boy her age who has also been infected is certainly the film’s only strong sequence. Here we get to see Maggie interact and see what life she once led and how the infection doesn’t make her an outcast from everyone but her father. The film needed so much more of scenes like this, where conversation is held between people which could lead to us caring about Maggie’s demise; but Hobson favours the dark and dreary finality from the very start. All hope is lost before we ever have the chance to lose it, so quite why we would want to be told this tale is anyone’s guess.
The casting of Arnold Schwarzenegger is certainly the reason I decide to see the film but in casting him a film sets out expectations. Of course we shouldn’t expect anything like 80s and 90s level of Arnie charisma today, regardless what type of film he’s in, but Maggie shows his limitations without him doing anything wrong; there is nothing here to suggest he should ever have been cast with the exception of getting the film financed; and one still cannot see anyone other than Schwarzenegger regardless of whatever character he plays – and that used to be the reason why we saw his films. In Maggie I just wondered why John Matrix looked so tired all the time. Perhaps he knew what was coming for the next 95 minutes.