
The political resonance is sharp. But the movie wears its allegorical flourishes lightly. A thinking person's sci-fi movie from an inventive director of shorts and TV commercials, District 9 revels in the fun of mashing up narrative styles, with much of the footage presented as if shot by a documentary team on the scene. (Cloverfield made merry with the same vérité conceit.) The action — and there's plenty — really takes off when a big corporation (any resemblance to Halliburton is...your call) is hired to move the creatures from the slumlike township in which they have been segregated to something like a concentration camp, something meaner and farther away.
Not in my backyard! cry the good people of Jo'burg about the crustacean-shaped species derogatorily called Prawns. A rule-bound company man named Wikus (played by Sharlto Copley in a killer feature-acting debut) is selected to implement the massive relocation. Understandably, nothing runs smoothly — especially once Wikus starts poking around the shanty home of a Prawn who's a good dad to his shrimp of a kid — and, it turns out, a powerful scientist with a homegrown workshop. Viva the Prawn revolution! What begins with ''news'' footage out of South Africa ends with headline news here at home: District 9 proves that there's intelligent alien life in the movie universe this summer.