Jet packing around like Jimmy Neutron, spinning and tumbling and latching onto Space Station bars and handles like it's Monkey Bars on a playground made the whole movie seem so, well, ridiculous. Sandra Bullock's character should have barfed, blacked out, and totally freak out ten times over. George Clooney's character was just that, a character who told stories and was there solely to keep Sandra calm until he gives up and drifts away in space way too early in the movie.
He let's go. I kept wondering, where is the story? When is the story going to kick in? When is this going to stop feeling like the most improbable situation ever? She is going to jump in one pod and jet over to another space station, damaged by more space junk. No problem. It's like hopping in a car and driving to one exit to the next. I am sorry. But this movie was so stupid.
I didn't buy into it for one second. I'm stunned that it won any awards.
Uch. So disappointed.
Next choice, Philomena. I really wanted to see this movie, but family voted for Gravity.
Philomena tonight. I love Judi Dench, and have a feeling I'll be a Steve Coogan fan soon enough.
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