“We had twenty years to prepare” proclaims the poster for Independence Day: Resurgence. It’s a smart marketing tactic, not only providing justification for the two-decade gap between the original and the sequel, but also creating the illusion that Roland Emmerich has been slaving away developing the film ever since the original near-classic hit back in 1996.
To be fair to the director, that is kinda true – the idea of a sequel kept coming up in the years after initial release until the ball finally got rolling on what was then called IDForever at the start of the decade, which languished in development while specifics (cast, story, number of films) were ironed out – but hardly emblematic of any care and attention given to the film; as released, Resurgence feels like it was thrown together in the space of month, with a script made-up on set and visuals farmed out to first-time effects artists. You can hardly blame Will Smith for not returning.
Resurgence is the movie detractors dismiss the first one as – a thudding, empty bore with ineffectual action beats that can’t distract from the alternatively dumb and self-important plot, oddly shoddy effects and a perplexing approach to homage (one new alien here looks so like a xenomorph you’ll swear its plagiarism). Importantly, it’s not fun. It’s also one of the worst examples of modern blockbuster cinema. Yes, worse than the long parade of cack 2016 has brought us thus far.
Brace yourself and let’s take a deeper look, shall we?