Best sci-fi film of this millennium so far.

Rating: 9/10 (2 October 2014)

What are children if not a sort of clones of us? And to what extent should we take responsibility for them?
What are you if not a clone of your parents? And to what extent should you care about their fate, if their fate is to dwindle into oblivion after performing a series of functions?
How far can you break out of the mold into which your genetic and social programming has shaped you?
How do you deal with your impending death? With aging? Failing? Finding that no one really cares?
How do you deal with the fresher, stronger, more vigorous copies of you (children?) running around and glancing at you annoyedly (I'm copyrighting this new word)?
Sam Rockwell, a clone working on a lunar colony, takes us on a journey of contemplating these and many other vital questions of our existence.
He plays the role to perfection. Sam does pain, frustration, anger magnificently. He already proved it in Confessions of a Dangerous Man, and establishes with titanium certainty in Moon.
Minimalistic. A buggy, a station, a friendly computer, a clone or two. Razor-beautiful lunar landscapes. A powerful, gut-wrenching musical score.
This is how sci-fi oughtta be made.