In talking with Terri about Splice yesterday, I eventually figured out what I disliked so much about the movie.
The trailers made it look like some kind of sci-fi monster movie. Lots of running, lots of screaming, Dren looking very frightening and aggressive. I was expecting something more-or-less along the lines of Species – a monster movie featuring a monster that was the product of genetic tinkering.
But that is not what Splice is.
Splice is actually a movie about a couple who make a bad (immoral?) decision, and slowly slide down the slope to ruin. Their relationship suffers. Their jobs are in jeopardy. They can’t trust anyone anymore. Elsa’s mental health declines, and she starts acting like her abusive mother used to. There’s tension between Clive and his brother as they try to keep the secret buried. There’s incest, of a sort… And child abuse, of a sort… And rape, of a sort…
Splice, it seems to me, belongs on Lifetime more than on SyFy.
Just like Signs wasn’t actually about aliens, Splice isn’t actually about genetic tampering. It doesn’t matter that Dren is a genetic chimera until the last 10 minutes of the movie. Until that point Dren is treated basically like a human child. It could easily have been a story about child abuse, rather than genetic tampering. But it isn’t even really about Dren being abused… It could have been virtually any deep, dark secret they were trying to keep.
It could have been a movie about infidelity of some sort. Or alcoholism. Or drug addiction.
The movie was about a couple playing for their mistakes – not the mistake itself.
Now, there’s nothing inherently wrong with that kind of movie. I know there are plenty of people out there who enjoy that kind of thing. And that’s fine.
But I’m not one of them. I don’t watch Lifetime. I don’t like V. C. Andrews. If I had known what Splice was actually about, I wouldn’t have gone to see it.
And I think that deception was intentional. I think they intentionally crafted the trailers and commercials to make the movie look like something it wasn’t. To draw in folks who wouldn’t go watch it otherwise – folks like me.