While I have not seen 9 yet, the Tim Burton film about nine ragdolls who were given life by a scientist just before the Earth went in the trashbin of doom. However, I plan on seeing it and writing an detailed review of it for my school newspaper, the Stargazer. (Illinois anyone?) However District 9 was something that I saw, no not saw, more like... experienced about a week and a half ago and I was captivated and somewhat sickened with a bit of righteous fire thrown in. The film truly placed you into a believable world where an advanced otherworldly species was "re-located" to an area in South Africa called District 9 but of course an impoverished settlement of sheet metal and landfills were not the only sneaky things rearing its ugly head. This movie does very well in translating predicitable human ambitions such as weapon development and scientific experiments and genetic splicing, all conveniently leaving the public of the world in the dark while slowly pressing the creatures, called Prawns in the film, into a form of organic resources to use in whatever way they please. Of course this is merely my thoughts on the treatment of the Prawns yet the cup labeled "Human Kindness" is quite empty for most of the movie. If I was in charge of human hospitality I would think twice about sending them to a garbage infested hovel. Maybe it would be just me, but when a physically and technologically advanced race in a ship the size of a city comes barreling down from space and it only has SLAVES in it might give me some bloody premonitions resembling the ship of "Independence Day" only about 100 more of them. As much as I would love to explore the plot of this movie like a damp cave the fact that most of the two (or so) hours consist of major strides of events that all cause and effect into each other. This being said I can just say one thing really, every human being who met a bloody, unhappy end deserved it fully. I give District 9 a hearty two thumbs up and recommend people everywhere to go and see it before it leaves theaters. Just so long as you can withstand gore and lots of language as course as old sandpaper. I can almost say for certain that Peter Jackson will have a Golden Globe on his nightstand soon enough.