Directed by Danny Boyle
Written by Alex Garland

The mission's immaterial - - - eight astronauts re-igniting a dying sun. It's crew dynamics Boyle's after . . . at first. And the polyglot crew here's . . . um, dynamic. He thrusts us thick into it from the get-go, never really letting the weight of the task sink in, neutering the urgency and scale and consequence that fulcrums all the hackneyed planetary rescue thrillers this wants to subvert. It's science fiction only for the tropes it engages - - -the science is a bit wonky - - -and the air of the piece segues deliberately, elegantly, from drudgery to desolation to desperation, least while its busy contemplating the possibilities of divinity in the Great Outside That Is, the sun on the brink of oblivion like a metaphor for godhead, whose immensity in full blast can melt your eyes out of its sockets . . . or turn men into monsters, one of which pulls a third act hijack and all the Tarkovskyesque solemnity takes a sharp turn into stock event-movie bluster. The heavy damage it sustains from the dumbing-down makes everything buckle fatally. Blame it on the bogeyman. * *


Noel Vera said...

Have not seen this, but Boyle aping Tarkovsky at one point or another, sure--he watches movies--but Boyle sustaining Tarkovsky for the length of a feature I didn't think was possible. I take it I'm right?

dodo dayao said...

Yup. Soon as he gets restless, Boyle jumps from moody to the kind of gimmicky bluster everybody presumes sells tickets. I do like most of Boyle's work but he should get rid of his infatuation for videogeek flash. He's not 27 anymore.

Noel Vera said...

Nor is his successor. 28 weeks gave me a 90 minute headache.

dodo dayao said...

I sort of expected that from the trailer, which is why I'm holding back watching it. Might just wait for this on DVD.