For a long time, I just couldn’t buy the hype surrounding Starship Troopers. I couldn’t understand how an effects-heavy, hyper-masculine action flick about blowing up aliens could possibly be a work of brilliant sci-fi satire. Sometimes, it’s good to be proven wrong.
Yes, most of the standard action movie cliches are in place. There are continuity errors and the occasional logic gaffe, in addition to cannon fodder soldiers and guns that mysteriously run through hundreds of bullets per second without ever running out. But at the heart of this movie is something I genuinely didn’t expect: A coming-of-age tale.
At its core, this is the story of how a young man and his friends grow into older and stronger people during their time in the military. It’s quite similar in that regard to Full Metal Jacket — or perhaps Top Gun, if you’re feeling charitable — but this movie is still very clearly its own beast. For starters, FMJ didn’t really give Joker the spotlight until halfway through the movie, preferring to focus on poor Gomer Pyle up to that point. Starship Troopers, on the other hand, is very solidly focused on Rico from the outset, though he’s not some perfect pretty-boy as Maverick was. No, Rico is very clearly not the sharpest pencil in the drawer, but he’s good at making the best out of what he’s given. Moreover, there are quite a few times when Rico makes tough calls and horrendous screw-ups that cost lives and he’s willing to take responsibility for those times (compare this to Goose’s death in Top Gun, which Maverick broods over even though it wasn’t his fault and he’s totally let off the hook for it). Some sections of Rico’s arc are quite predictable, but he ends the movie as a completely different man and his transformation from start to finish is a thrill to watch.
Then we have the supporting cast. There’s Carmen Ibanez, Rico’s high school crush and the surprising proof that Denise Richards is a viable action star. There’s “Dizzy” Flores, the tomboy who apparently spends her life pining for Rico. There’s Neil Patrick Harris in a brief appearance as Rico’s old buddy Carl and there’s Zander Barcalow, Rico’s rival for Carmen’s affections. All of these characters are given surprisingly deep arcs, with the acting talent and direction to make them constantly watchable. This also has the side effect of making us care for these characters, hoping they won’t die and feeling horrible if and when they do. This movie really isn’t about the action as much as it’s about how the action affects the characters and that’s a big part of what makes this movie truly great.
The other big part is the satire. In some way or another, pretty much every excess that America indulges in — news, sports, military obsession, and even our lavish high school proms — are poked fun at in some way or other in this movie. Commentary on commercialism is strangely absent, though I suppose Verhoeven covered that topic well enough in Robocop.
There are also some nice digs at our wartime mentality, such as the giant “CENSORED” bars covering examples of bugs goring humans or vice versa. This serves as a nice bit of commentary on bloodshed for spectacle, as does the televised execution of a mass murderer. We also get a PSA featuring kids stomping on earthly cockroaches, a subtle nod toward our treatment of Japanese-American citizens during WWII or anyone remotely suspected of being communist during the Cold War (yes, this treatment carries over to any and all Muslims after 9/11, but that came after this movie). Verhoeven even throws in a segment parodying the brainless pundit dipshits who scream jingoistic absurdities and call traitors anyone who disagrees with them.
Nevertheless, it did strike me as odd is that so much of the culture appears hyper-masculine, and yet women are seen as men’s equal in seemingly every way in this future. Not that I’m complaining, but there is seriously not a weak female to be found in this entire movie, with the possible exception of Rico’s mom. Speaking of which, I just didn’t get Rico’s parents. Yes, I can understand how parents would be concerned about their kid going off to war and I also understand how cliche dictates that Rico needed that conflict with his parents. Still, in a culture this obsessed with the military (the Federation logo is a fighter jet shaped like an eagle, for Christ’s sake), I simply can’t understand how two parents who are clearly well-established in the system could be so adamant against their son joining the military. In fact, I think Verhoeven missed a golden opportunity for satire when he could’ve showed two Stepford parents, brainwashed into being so happy that their boy was off to kill and be killed for the greater good.
Technically, the movie is astounding. The production design is amazing, the sound design is superlative and the special effects still look damn good after thirteen years. It’s also worth noting that Verhoeven does not pull his punches with this movie, showing copious amounts of blood and viscera. The script is also incredibly good, establishing backstory and exposition with uncommon skill.
There’s no denying that this is a movie riddled with cliches, sex, explosions and bloody deaths. But to lump this film together with the works of Michael Bay or Jerry Bruckheimer would be a mistake and an injustice. Unlike the aforementioned filmmakers, Verhoeven uses lowest-common-denominator movie conventions as means to an end, rather than as ends in themselves. He uses these familiar elements to coat the headier material, presenting the commentary and satire in a more appealing way. Similarly, he took a standard “coming of age in the military” story and used science fiction to turn it into a twisted reflection of us. And in my humble opinion, that’s exactly what sci-fi should do.
Starship Troopers is truly a movie that satisfies on all levels. If you want explosions and gruesome kills, they’re here. If you want more intellectual fare, it’s here as well. If you want good characters, you’ll grow attached to these ones mighty quick. Drama? It’s in here. Comedy? Just so long as you like it subtle. Romance? All that and a bit of sex with it.
If you’ve been brushing this movie off, don’t. Find it, watch it and watch it again.
In defense of the parents:
You did not live in the cold war era where big brother was real for Soviet and Eastern block citizens. I felt the parents came from an era before the gov’t became totalitarian. They knew what it was all about and what their son was getting into, but all those around them (mostly younger) had been converted by the propaganda. At the same time, they couldn’t push too hard to stop him without worrying about being turned in as dissidents by neighbors or even family. These were not strong people.
Even when we visited Cuba, it was only those under age 50 who would ask why the US wanted to invade their country. Those over 50 who knew what the revolution was really about and knew the truth under the lies, recognized that the US had no such intentions and never asked that question.