Cosmic Sin never comes together, drifting in space like a misbegotten artifact of a bygone filmmaking era its makers seem to be going purposefully out of their way to emulate as poorly as they possibly can.
It’s hard to imagine a more forgettable piece of sci-fi hooey than Chaos Walking.
Little Fish brings a refreshing aura of hope to what initially appears to be a situation entirely absent of it, making this love story a sterling reminder that little things can work miracles, and making authentic human connections – no matter how they occur – a priceless gift worth celebrating.
Skyfire is a fast-paced disaster yarn overflowing in narrow escapes, sudden deaths and an overabundance of visual pyrotechnics.
Douglas Trumball’s Silent Running is a flawed classic, but that still makes it a classic.
If The Midnight Sky doesn’t shine as bright as maybe it could have, there was just enough sparkle to put a happy twinkle in my eye, and even with a noted absence of fuel Clooney’s latest still achieves emotionally cathartic liftoff.
If Roland Emmerich’s outlandishly overblown 2009 hit 2012 and Roar Uthaug’s 2015 critical darling The Wave got together and had a baby, it would probably look a lot like Ric Roman Waugh’s goofy-if-grounded Gerard Butler disaster epic Greenland.
Songbird pushes buttons that feel ugly and inappropriate, all of which makes giving the film any sort of fair assessment difficult to do.
2067 is aggressively underwhelming, and even though writer/director Seth Larney makes the most of his limited budget, this is one science fiction adventure I’d rather have avoided going on.