Daybreak (1993)
(In French, On Cable TV, July 2021) I will forever defend the unique way in which science fiction should be used as commentary on current issues, but that intention only works when the parallels are not as blatant as the ones in Daybreak. Adapted from a theatrical play, it’s a blatant message movie based on AIDS-era proselytism that has really not aged particularly well even when seen at the tail end of a real-life global pandemic. The wafer-thin story takes us in a dystopian future where a deadly sexually-transmitted disease has led the government to suspend civil liberties (yawn) and create camps where sick people are tattooed (yawn) and segregated (yawn) and left to die (yawn) even as the general population is kept in the dark (mega yawn) about it all. Essentially playing to the most caricatural fears of a naïve audience, Daybreak does itself no favours with its AIDS-meets-Holocaust approach, even as it has characters realizing minutes after the audience all that the film has on its mind (which isn’t much). Made for HBO but, to my knowledge, not often rebroadcast (indeed, the version I saw was the French dub, which does not depend on HBO’s choices of what to unearth from their archives), Daybreak is blunt-force allegory artlessly set two decades in the future. Everything in the film is about the disease concentration camps, with very little care put in credible world-building to allow the metaphor to take wings. It quickly becomes obnoxious, and that’s even despite one of Cuba Gooding Jr.’s most interesting dramatic roles. Even the finale is disappointing, putting a damning cap on an already-shaky execution. There’s a laziness to the way Daybreak is put together that deflates whatever power it may have as a dystopian cautionary tale. Much better could have been possible on the same topic, had just a bit more imagination gone into it.