Not to be confused with the plethora of superheroes currently smashing each other to bits on our cinema screens, Matt Ross’ Captain Fantastic is an effective, comic road movie which doesn’t quite dare to be as radical as its protagonists. Viggo Mortensen plays Ben, a man who has taken his family into the wilds to live the “good life”. However, unlike Tom and Barbara in the BBC sitcom of that name, Ben has fully committed. His son Bodevan (George MacKay) kills a deer in the first scene and is blooded by his father as he becomes a man. The brood of children – Nai (Charlie Shotwell), Rellian (Nicholas Hamilton), Zaja (Shree Crooks), Kielyr (Samantha Isler) and Vespyr (Annalise Basso) – all have made-up names to be unique.
Although initially reluctant, Ben loads up the family bus (named “Steve”) and the group head off to New Mexico in time to pull off “Operation: Rescue Mother”. The predictable clash of cultures is pulled off with real flair and the oddness of the family begins to look less bizarre when compared to the freakishness that passes for 21st century American normality. “What’s wrong with the people dad? Are they ill?” one of the children asks when they visit a bank. “They’re all fat.” A trip to a diner, a supermarket and a tussle with a traffic policeman are all managed with wit and there are some great comedic moments as the family operate as a trained, revolutionary cadre. In order to escape from the policeman they pretend to be Christians, wryly assuming some fanaticisms are more accepted than others – lambs dressed as wolves, indeed. Despite their weapons training and the real knives they receive on “Noam Chomsky Day” – their version of Christmas – there’s never any real sense of danger. Rather, the family is a school of fish out of water and their naiveté is obvious when Bodevan has his first kiss in a trailer park, or the next morning when Ben greets the day in the buff: “It’s only a penis,” he tells a passing elderly couple.
Things become markedly more serious when they arrive at the funeral. Here they have to confront Leslie’s parents and the possible fact that their lifestyle is no longer sustainable as all the forces of reaction line up against them. Up until this moment, the film’s critique of ‘normality’ has been so devastatingly effective that any attempt at resolution smack of compromise. Unable to settle on a satisfying ending, Ross opts for several. This niggle aside, Captain Fantastic is a slickly made comedy with a witty, politically articulate script and some wonderful cinematography by former Jacques Audiard regular Stéphane Fontaine. The children are School of Rock funny and Mortensen is wonderful in the title role, showing himself a light hand at comedy. In fact, it soon becomes apparent that the title of the film is not as ironic as initially suspected. Perhaps it is a superhero movie after all.