Despite a legion of devout and adoring fans, a constant stream of critical acclaim, and the title of longest running series in US television history, Stargate is to this day unfairly maligned as the redheaded stepchild of science fiction.
There exists something of a general consensus that while Hollywood makes the big, silly action stuff, Europe is home to the quietly reserved art picture. Put simply, Hollywood makes "movies" while Europe, and in particular France, makes "films.
In addition to being an accomplished technician Brit director Paul Greengrass might just be the most deceptively intelligent filmmaker of our time. Having pioneered his own distinctive brand movie-making with the Bourne sequels, built on tightly wound mysterious unraveling at blistering pace, characterized by hyper-kinetic camera movement and editing, the franchise, at it's center, depicts a moral awakening that resonates deeply with a global population harboring a deep distrust of government and authority in the paranoid, post 9/11 era.
With that gigantic green ogre who has Pixar executives waking up in the middle of the night in sweats again conspicuous by his absence this year, it’s left to this homage heavy throwback to the golden age of science fiction cinema to bolster that all-important bottom line.