is that it can't quite decide what it wants to be.
As I said last time, the first hour or so of the film sets it up (misleadingly) as Atlas Shrugged In Space. The second hour of the film: "Humans are flawed. Some will make mistakes and others will just outright lie and endanger the entire human race to save their skins." The third hour: one part Doctor Who space magic (Steven Moffat's probably slapping himself for not having come up with this already, as the third act is totally right up his alley), one part Spielberg sentimentality. The first two hours aren't entirely at odds with each other, but the third most certainly is.
And therein, to me, lies the main problem. As late as the scene where Matt Damon was failing his docking maneuver, I was prepared to love the film.
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