Ben Salisbury and Geoff Barrow are gods.
I give up. I just don't get it.
Yes, Affleck and his art department load the movie with historical detail. Yes, Affleck is a competent enough director. But the resulting movie is safe and bloodless, never settles on a character, an image or a narrative strand, clumsily shifts tone, neither lingers and observes, nor escalates. The latter at least not until the final minutes of the final act, when it starts to work down a contrived and predictable suspense checklist,…
Maybe it's something fundamental that Nolan gets right here. Something about the wonder, the horror, the magnitude, the silence, the noise, the isolation, the awe, the loneliness of space travel, of exploration, and how it relates to who we are on a terrifyingly personal level, something that transcends all of the usual Nolan-isms. And there are many here, amplified to an almost unprecedented degree. Yes, the crude, perfunctory dialogue, the editing with its confusing geography, the blunt themes, the tendency…