New Frontier: Cowboys, Aliens, and Coffee Jitters

Hoo boy. “New Frontier” is pretty much what happens if you take the Wild West, pour in some sci-fi juice, and then shake the bottle like you’re making a midsommar snaps. I went to see it last Friday, dragged along by my cousin who still thinks Clint Eastwood can do no wrong, even though he’s not even in this one. Instead, we get Chris Pine hoofing around with Regina King (who, honestly, has more charisma in her pinky finger than I have in my whole VHS collection) – and the whole circus is produced by, of course, Denis Villeneuve, which sets some expectations.

The first half? Loved it. Proper dusty shootouts, weird electric gadgets buzzing in the air, and a soundtrack that gave me flashbacks to old Rågsved discos in the 80s. The sound design is a real banger, like standing next to an overexcited espresso machine. Good gravy, the visuals – I don’t know what filter they slapped on, but it looked like a cross between Lappland in February and a fever dream from Blade Runner.

Then, somewhere around the middle, bit of mood swing. Suddenly it’s all cosmic ponderings about fate and machines, and Pine starts staring meaningfully into the sky like he just discovered surströmming. Maybe I was just hungry.

But there are bits where Regina King spits out one-liners so sharp they could slice through a garlic sausage. And when Jeff Goldblum just strolls in, chewing scenery like my old auntie at a kräftskiva, well, you can’t help but grin.

Last thing: there’s this weird robot/human friendship subplot – reminded me of when my first computer (Commodore 64, respect!) died and I actually cried. Anyway. Go see it if you want mad western vibes with a side of existential fries. It might not all work, but at least it’s got guts.

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