Independence Day is big, dumb, and full of heart. The special effects may look a little hokey in 2016, but that’s to be expected. It’s disaster porn, but hey, it’s damn good disaster porn. The sequel, unfortunately, is a turd.
When I was younger, it didn’t take much to sell me on Independence Day. Aliens? Check. Aliens? Check. Wait, aliens? Check. My nine year old self didn’t need anymore convincing. Next to Jurassic Park, there wasn’t a movie I saw more times in the theater than Independence Day.
I even had one of the film’s iconic posters, the image to the left, on my wall for...well, let’s say way too long, OK?
My obsessive youth was the 90s, and in the past few years, it’s become Hollywood’s ripe new target for reboots and sequels. Your time will come, youngsters. Jurassic World wasn’t exactly a good movie, one that will stand the test of time, but compared to Jurassic Park III, it was a decent dinosaur flick. (My nostalgia has high standards.) I’m not sure what to make of bringing back Power Rangers, but hey, I like Elizabeth Banks? And like Jurassic Park, I’ve read about Independence Day sequels for what feels like decades. (In this case, it’s true. They really have been trying to make a sequel to Independence Day ever since it came out.)
I genuinely enjoy Independence Day. The jokes still land, the arrival of the ships still inspires a sense of dread, and now married, the scene where Whitmore says goodbye to his wife for the last time chokes me up.
For a movie about shit blowing up, the characters are shockingly well-developed. (There’s even a progressive scene where an adult dancer defends their craft!) That’s the differentiator in these movies: are you only there for the expensive special effects? Given it’s tough to watch Independence Day for the effects now, what holds the movie together is rooting for everyone to save the day, even though you know they will.
(I still yell “Welcome to Earth” every. single. time.)
This is where Independence Day: Resurgence royally screws up; it doesn’t accomplish either. Resurgence makes no attempt to be more than disaster porn, and in that respect, it does little you haven’t already seen before.
Resurgence brings back many of the main players from the original movie, in addition to a slew of new ones. The story ends up servicing neither, jumping through ridiculous narrative hoops to justify their existence. You somehow end up caring less about the characters you once loved and scratching your head at why you’re supposed to invest in everyone else.
One of the original movie’s charms was how humanity outsmarted the aliens. Sure, the idea that an advanced civilization would use our satellite system but not realize it was accidentally communicating their plans is a leap, but it felt authentic enough. The movie conveyed a sense of craftiness on humanity’s part that was endearing. (It still bothers me that the movie portrays the US as the only country with any ideas on how to fight the existential threat, a criticism the sequel does try to address.)
None of that’s in Resurgence. The humans aren’t clever, they’re lucky. They win because the plot demands the story come to an end, not because the characters earned the right to live on. To make matters worse, the final moments of Resurgence are basically an ad for a third movie.
The ending to Independence Day, however, is delightfully cheesy.
It was always going to be tough to make a sequel to Independence Day. The fun of an alien invasion movie is—surprise!—the invasion. It’s hard to make that surprising a second time, when the humans already know the aliens exist. Do I really want to see another movie where they fight the aliens on their own turf? Not really. I’d probably still go see it, though.
(Side note: I would totally watch a movie about how humanity left a bunch of tribal groups to deal with a region infested with alien refugees, the most interesting subplot the film has to offer.)
I could keep going, but the movie doesn’t deserve it. Though I’d kept expectations for Resurgence low, it still fell beneath my basement-level hopes. Sequels are rarely better than the originals, but at the very least, they can be a fun time at the movies. I should have taken a nap instead.