And now … Cheeeeeseballsss innnnn spaaaaace! I guess I prefer my Big-Ass IMAX 3D space movies to be bigger and dumber and a little less touchy-feely, Sandra Bullock-y. Except for the first scene, I wasn't buying anything this was selling (even then, Clooney was the hammiest thing in space since, well, you know). And despite the ballyhooed realism, this felt overall too facile to be believable for me. Better alternatives for whatever movie-going itch Gravity is meant to scratch: Avatar,…
I was gonna say that this wasn't as fun and creepy as I remember. That it's a perfect example of Amblin's non-Spielberg-directed Spielberg-lite. That John Goodman's goofball Delbert is the best thing about it. That remembering Julian Sands in Warlock is the second best thing. But then a couple of nights after watching it, I had a truly terrifying nightmare about spiders. So, you win, Arachnophia. You win, again.