Solaris, but not the good one

So glowy

Solaris (2002): adapted for the screen from Stanislaw Lem's novel and Andrei Tarkovsky's previous adaptation and directed by Steven Soderbergh; starring George Clooney, Natascha McElhone, Jeremy Davies, and Viola Davis: 

Ostensibly adapted straight from Polish sf writer Stanislaw Lem's 1960's novel, this version of Solaris really seems to have been adapted from Soviet film-maker Andrei Tarkovsky's early 1970's adaptation. Its emphasis on family matters and its changed ending both reflect the film, not Lem's much more coldly rational novel. 

But at least Tarkovsky's Solaris deals with Lem's main focus -- the unknowability of the universe. This movie can't even be bothered to explain the reasons the alien planet Solaris so fascinates and disturbs humanity. We never even see the surface, instead seeing the planet only as a trippy lightshow around which the space station orbits. Of course, in neither the novel nor Tarkovsky's version does the station truly orbit -- it floats inside the atmosphere, above Solaris's mysterious world-covering ocean.

George Clooney does what he can, but the script is far from good and Clooney himself is too ironic a screen star to make the rational, skeptical main character believable. Viola Davis, Jeremy Davies, and Natascha McElhone do what they can, which ultimately isn't much. Soderbergh turns Solaris into a triumphant story about love conquering death, which is not the emphasis of Tarkovsky's ending, and is found nowhere in Lem's original. The mediocre Event Horizon is a better English-language adaptation of Solaris, and that's really saying something.

Soderbergh and company do accomplish something remarkable, though. This Solaris is half the length of Tarkovsky's meditative, glacially paced original. But it feels twice as long. Not recommended.

The Jugger by Richard Stark

The Jugger (Parker #6) (1965) by Donald Westlake writing as Richard Stark: For once, Parker isn't planning a heist but rather trying to find out why a retired 'jugger' (slang for 'bank robber,' though the character in question is a safe-cracker by trade) has written him asking for help. Parker really, really isn't someone one asks for help. 

But when Parker arrives to find out what's going on -- and whether this retired, occasional partner in crime represents a threat to Parker's hard-won anonymity -- the man in question is already dead. 

The local police chief starts following Parker almost immediately, and another thief is already in town. Why has a safe-cracker who's been retired for five years suddenly the focus of all this attention? Well, there's the novel. 

The Jugger plays more like a mystery than most Parker novels, with Parker as the reluctant detective. The small-town, Midwestern police chief plays a lot like something from a Jim Thompson novel like Pop. 1280, corrupt and scheming. But getting one over on Parker is a very, very difficult thing to do. 

But Parker novels are also lessons in how even the most competent of men may be at least partially undone by unforeseeable circumstance. The trick is knowing when to walk away. Highly recommended.