Klara and the Sun review – Sci-fi comedy is yet another misfire for Jenna Ortega
Want to bookmark your favourite articles and stories to read or reference later? Start your Independent Membership today. Join today Already a member? Log in The prospect of driving a clown car through a novel by Nobel Prize winner Kazuo Ishiguro sounds fairly doomed from the start. Yet, to writer-director Taika Waititi’s credit, his Oscar-winning Jojo Rabbit (2019) took enough of an iconoclastic stance on its (comparatively far darker) source novel, Christine Leunens’ Caging Skies, to confidently mould itself into a Mel Brooks-approved farce about fascist indoctrination. Klara and the Sun, unfortunately, is far more faithful to its source book. As a result, it’s both a betrayal of Ishiguro’s quiet, meditative vision and a poor imitation of Waititi’s own, pre-Marvel work, most notably Boy (2010) and the Sam Neill-fronted Hunt for the Wilderpeople (2016). Those films had a New Zealand-dry, witty-but-absurdist sense of humour to them, populated either by broken people laughing off their brokenness or by men with extremely fragile egos. They were funny and sort of sad at the very same time. Klara …








