When this movie was coming out last September I judged correctly: the movie looked, excuse my bluntness, dumb. It felt like a vague attempt to capture the same magic that Interstellar manages to bottle up by casting another big-time white male actor, in this case, it was Brad Pitt, and launch him into space for a visually and emotionally filling dramatic adventure.
The other day while watching HBO it came on and so I decided to sit back, relax, and see if my gut intuition was correct. Honestly, for two-thirds of the two hour and three-minute film, I was totally into the story: a story which sees Brad Pitt’s character, Roy McBride, on a classified mission to find his father (Tommy Lee Jones) on the other side of the galaxy before Earth is destroyed.
The visuals sucked me in, the storytelling left me dazzled, and I was blind to see just how unsensible the movie was until the final thirty minutes or so when the film devolved into a boring display of nothingness. I nearly fell asleep as the story refused to deliver any surprises whatsoever. Suddenly, the stunning visuals didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was how disappointing the film’s conclusion.
Looking back over the story; a story that featured a skirmish on the Moon with moon bandits that didn’t make sense, a frightening encounter with rabid space monkeys that got loose in a ship (don’t ask me why), and plenty of other nonsensical material, it’s clear that despite seeing simply awful science-fiction movies in the past, this was the worst.
It was so ill-conceived, so horribly put together and thought through, so unrealistic in its treatment of space travel and trajectories and whatnot, that it is undoubtedly the worst sci-fi film I have ever seen.
I suggest not to waste your time with this one. It had all of the makings of an Oscar-worthy film but veered left far too many times to even be considered for such a prestigious honor.
I’m not going to even give this movie a score, that’s how bad it was.
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