Go on! Indulge in the very best movie promo tie-in ever: the Oblivion-branded Mandatory Memory Wipe, available at the concession stand. Then you walk into Oblivion with no recollection of 2001: A Space Odyssey and Independence Day and 2012 and The Road Warrior and Planet of the Apes and the entire history of science-fiction movies, and hence you'll enjoy yourself ever so much more.
And you get to be like Tom Cruise! Because a "mandatory memory wipe" is exactly what his Jack Harper has undergone. It's a security thing, you see, in case he gets captured by the alien Scavengers still scurrying around on Earth, still hanging out even though they lost the war with humans. It's Jack's job, as a sort of roving Maytag repairman, to keep in the air the fleet of drone weapons that are protecting (from Scavenger attack) the ginormous fusion reactors that are turning Earth's oceans into a power source for Titan, moon of Saturn, to which the human survivors of the war have decamped.
Jack's partner, in work and love, is Victoria (Andrea Riseborough), and she's been memory-wiped, too. Only two more weeks to go in their tour of duty, and then it's their turn to head out to the new paradise on Titan.
If you believe that, I've got a bridge in Brooklyn — only slightly damaged by some minor planetary crustal displacement — to sell you.
Of course, you do believe that, just like Jack and Victoria do, because you can't recall having seen anything like this before. To be fair, there is some downside to experiencing Oblivion on Mandatory Memory Wipe. Earth may be a radioactive wasteland, all its cities erased from the planet, but it's a bright, sunny kind of post-apocalyptic hellscape. Unfortunately, you won't recall that we haven't seen this before in a science-fiction film, and it is strikingly original.
I don't know if writer-director Joseph Kosinski intends Jack and Victoria's life to be a winking parody of The Jetsons, but it's amusing anyway: Their home in the sky is all sci-fi sleek and futuristic, and Jack gets in his shiny bubble helicopter every morning, after getting a kiss on the cheek from Victoria, to fly off on his rounds.
You will drool over the glossy domestic techno-porn that is Jack and Victoria's cushy post-apocalypse lifestyle. The film on the whole is far more visually intriguing than Kosinski's debut, the ugly Tron: Legacy. The imagery of the destroyed moon is shocking like a train wreck, a colossal cracked egg in the sky now trailing rings of debris, but also beautiful, too, in a horrific way.
If you're going to see Oblivion, see it in IMAX, as I did. Even without a memory wipe, you will get some geeky satisfaction out of its rendering of planet Earth as a newly alien place.
Just don't expect to be much surprised by the derivative plot or characters. Jack is bothered by dreams that feel like the memories he's not supposed to have, and he can't help but investigate things he's told by his bosses to leave alone. The discoveries he makes as a result won't satisfy anyone who might have been hoping for ideas as fresh as the visuals, and the rote sci-fi chases and battles padding out the movie do little to distract from that disappointment.
The costumes were amazing and added to the brilliant production.
The striking colors and textures are reminiscent of Southern Colorado and New Mexico. Lovely work.