Stop. Crying. In Space!

Rating: 1/10 (2 August 2015)

I hate this movie. I really really hate this movie. If everyone else didn't love this movie soooo much, I might not have this much disdain for it, but after watching it, I went on Youtube and was hoping to find like minded intelligent people to commiserate with and I was stunned that so many people thought it was so touching.
Do you know how hard it is to get chosen to go on a space mission? People spend their entire lives working to get the chance to go to space, and they STILL most likely won't get to. And then you have Sandra Bullock, the reluctant astronaut, who just mopes around and cries about her dead kid. Our astronauts train so diligently to remain calm and collected in an emergency. This makes a mockery out of them. Stop sobbing, pull yourself together, and deal with the situation.
Scientifically, it's a mess. We all know about how George Clooney never needed to die, but when his ghost comes back to save her (because like most women, she's too busy crying about her baby to do complicated science, and needs the ghost of a man to come save her (heavy sarcasm)), she just starts randomly flicking buttons in that capsule. People say that this movie makes women look so strong and whatnot, but I think that it portrays exactly how we're viewed. Emotional and frantic and instead of stopping for a second and getting herself together to try to read and figure out the instruments, the writers found it more realistic for her to have to visualize a man to do it for her.
And yes, when she's floating in space and taking off her space suit (so she doesn't lose her femininity with that bulky costume), she's curled up *just like a fetus*. Dude. I get it. The imagery is just hammered over your head and I found myself screaming at the TV for her to STOP CRYING