I’m currently at home on paternity leave so I watched this film from under a sleeping newborn and after only a couple of hours’ sleep and I feel like this was the exact right mindset to approach this film. Harmless fluff.
Christ, I nearly sprained my eye sockets rolling them so hard at that ending.
The rest of the film is an enjoyable mishmash of all the quote-unquote “hard” sci-fi films you can think of. And you can forgive the derivativeness because it’s at least visually arresting. And you can forgive the dialogue being on the nose sometimes because, well, maybe some people need a little dig-out when it comes to nuance.
But fuck me, that ending is where I draw the line. That should have been alarm bells for whoever approved this screenplay.
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