‘Mortal Engines’ is a pleasure to watch — with the sound off

The 23rd-century world of “Mortal Engines” looks great: a fabulous and richly textured steampunk dystopia of haves and have-nots straight out of H.G. Wells. Populated, on the one side, by people in frock coats festooned with gold braid, and, on the other, begrimed laborers in goggles and grease-smeared coveralls or thrift-store chic, it’s a pleasure to watch — with the sound off.

The story is bloated and, despite flashes of imagination, overly familiar. And the dialogue, peppered with well-worn catchphrases like “We didn’t start this, but we will finish it,” is an assault on the brain, by way of the ear.

Adapted from Philip Reeve’s 2001 book by writers Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh and Philippa Boyens (who also produced), and directed by first-time filmmaker Christian Rivers (a longtime art-department collaborator of Jackson’s on the director’s “Lord of the Rings” and “Hobbit” films), “Mortal Engines” bears no resemblance to those works, except visually. Set in a world in which gigantic, mobile “predator cities” on caterpillar treads roam Europe, swallowing up smaller “static settlements” to devour them as fuel, the film may have a clever premise, but in ways large and small, it is, like its hodgepodge aesthetic, wholly derivative. The central story about Thaddeus Valentine (Hugo Weaving), a power-hungry megalomaniac who has turned the city of London into a roving, if earthbound, beast of prey, and the rebels who resist him feels cobbled together from bits and pieces of every fantasy franchise from “Mad Max” to “Pirates of the Caribbean” to “Star Wars.”

The main hero is Hester (played by Icelandic actress Hera Hilmar with a large facial scar that only makes her more beautiful). Hester and Tom find themselves on the side of an underground resistance manned by a mini-United Nations of insurgents with such names as Anna Fang (Jihae), Yasmina (Frankie Adams), Sathya (Menik Gooneratne) and Khora (Regé-Jean Page).

You know they’re the good guys because they’re diverse. London appears to be mostly white.

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But I’m overthinking this. “Mortal Engines” is no political film. In spirit and ambition, it’s closer to a children’s serial like the 1950s’ “Flash Gordon” — complete with swashbuckling comic-book heroes and scenery-chewing villains — than anything made this century.

The most modern thing about “Mortal Engines” is its excess. As corpulent and as unwieldy as the film’s vision of London is — sluggish, lumbering and clumsy — the movie isn’t something you savor so much as swallow whole, without tasting it. If you do decide to buy a ticket, the best advice might be what Valentine says to his engine-room underlings. It’s just before London, like a snake, unhinges its huge mechanical jaws and gulps down a small Bavarian mining town — people, bricks and all: “Prepare to ingest.”


“Mortal Engines”

Grade: D+

Starring Hugo Weaving, Hera Hilmar and Robert Sheehan. Directed by Christian Rivers.

Rated PG-13 for sequences of futuristic violence and action. Check listings for theaters. 128 minutes.

Bottom line: A steampunk dystopia

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