After two years of living amongst the gorillas in the Rwandan jungle, anthropologist Ethan Powell (Anthony Hopkins) is arrested for murdering two park rangers and wounding three others, and slapped in chains to be carted off to Harmony Bay, Florida, a harsh maximum security prison for the criminally insane. Cuba Gooding Jr is Dr Theo Calder, the diligent and ambitious young whelp of a psychiatrist sent to investigate the matter further. Fascinated by what would force an otherwise reasonable and peaceful man into such acts of violence, Calder believes that Powell is in fact perfectly sane, and sets about trying to get him released, with one eye on a more personal agenda of getting a pretty impressive book deal out of the case.
I'm not sure how fair it would be to judge Daniel Quinn's novel 'Ishmael' on the basis of this lame adaptation, as once processed through the Hollywood sausage-machine any would-be interesting ideas have been no doubt been stripped away to the extent that nothing more than the old well-worn civilisation-vs-barbarism chestnut remains. To add weight to this rather tired argument we are hauled through a checklist of recent cinematic cliché's and cross-references, leading one to the inevitable conclusion that no one involved in the project could have had any conviction in the central concept at all. Instead of challenging audience preconceptions, why not make them comfortable with a mish-mash of familiar stock characters and situations lifted from a dozen or so successful recent films? Thus Gooding rehashes Clarice Starling's wide-eyed ingenue (and very badly too), whose self-assured and professional demeanor initially draws blanks with Hopkins' reprisal of his Hannibal Lector role (he even opens a cage with his pen at one point!) Alternating between brooding mutism and articulate lucidity with complete disregard for consistency, Hopkins finally begins to show chinks in his armour, before our resolute young protagonist finally breaks through, accompanied by a loud orchestral swell on the soundtrack. These early scenes are tedious in the extreme, with sporadic shocks sequences and loud noises thrown into the rather perfunctory exchanges of dialogue presumably to 'add tension' to the proceedings. Elsewhere there is the 'barbaric treatment of the inmates' sub-story, bringing to mind the 'us-and them' slant of 'One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest' or 'The Shawshank Redemption' and providing yet another crusade for our dogged hero, the American Dream incarnate.
One is always conscious of 'Instinct's artifice, completely diffusing any power it might have had with a derivative and superficial script made for an audience whose only point of reference to the real world is through the mutual phosphotic flux of the TV screen. The narrow focus is exemplified by the key-scene of the film's central argument - that of 'civilised society' taking from nature - in the flashback detailing the murders which led to Hopkins' incarceration. Here a troop of African park rangers ("the takers") attack the tribe of gorillas in which Hopkins as made his home. No explanation is given for why they do this other than to give the film a dramatic raison d'etre. The milieu of Rwanda has been chosen because yes, it has a jungle and yes, it has gorillas. There has been poaching there too, not too mention a brutal and lengthy civil war, but this goes unmentioned, as even the slightest degree of social context falls way outside of the scope of the film's narrative drive. It instead goes for the collective lowest common denominator approach, where primitive nature equals 'good', and civilised man equals 'bad'.
The symbolism is crude and hackneyed. In an early flashback scene, as Hopkins opines about the need to leave 'civilisation' on the voiceover, we are treated to a close-up of his binoculars left discarded and hanging from a tree, followed by a cutaway of him squatting beneath a large banana leaf in the pouring rain amongst his fellow primates. Elsewhere there is the specious juxtaposition between the natural idyll of life amongst the gorillas and the more violent urban jungle as represented by Harmony Bay, clearly intended to stand in as a microcosm for a violent modern society. This is rendered emotively and with painstaking literal-mindedness in the parallel scenes of the attack of the gorilla camp and the prison warder's violent suppression of a riot. Ultimately such analogies fail because both milieus are portrayed with such portentous simplicity that any analogy with the real world is lost. In fact, the psychological practices used by Gooding, and the depiction of life inside a top-security mental institution are so unconvincingly done (not too mention crudely sensationalist) that film never has a chance of transcending its routine structure. Boredom sets in long before the two hour running time has expired: It's never in any doubt that Hopkins will escape from 'civilisation' and Gooding will discover his own inner wildman.
'Instinct' must represent something of a career low for Anthony Hopkins, who is now talking of quitting the film industry altogether (presumably after receiving the pay cheque for this). We would expect little more from director John Turteltaub, who was responsible for amongst other things the mawkish Travolta vehicle 'Phenomenon' (1996) and 'Cool Runnings' (1993), the oh-so-hilarious comedy about the Jamaican bob-sleigh team featuring John Candy. This film is atrocious by any standards, but made even more so by it's own sense of worthiness and it's vapid intellectual posturing. It gets one thing right though - you wouldn't find a gorilla stupid enough to fork out 5 quid to watch this dross.
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