In Space, No One Can Hear You Snore

Rating: 3/10 (11 August 2017)

I find it ironic that the premise of this saga Involves a couple of space travelers who are awakened from their long distance suspended animation chambers to pursue date night melodramatic action when it made me yawn like I was at an insurance seminar on subrogation ... see you're already getting drowsy. The screenplay appears to have been jotted down during a morning metro ride into the city and I'm talking a short commute here. Jennifer Lawrence and Chris Pratt ( Tom Brady doppelgänger ) engage in kozmic romance and stuff until Lawrence realizes she had a few more decades of nap time coming thus setting off an intergalactic spat. I suppose you could call it a severe case of premature evacuation. The domestic quarrel simmered for a quite a while until I felt like I was ready for a spaceship sleep chamber. The genre of this flick may be characterized as existential light with a heavy dollop of astromance or, alternatively, a version of an interplanetary Sleeping Beauty where the Prince shoulda backed off. Robotic servants abound throughout the ship so that the idea of Pratt's loneliness leading to an irresponsible action in order to sate his pathetic plight seems ridiculous considering any number of sexbots or love cyborgs could have been made available and no, there aren't any space limitations on board because the interior looks titanic. Plus eventually both leads are going to get old and saggy ... along with nowhere to go and nothing to do so I only see this ending in alcohol dependence or worse. Also, what's with the bar re-creation from " The Shining " that implies a macabre setting which is antithetical to the essence of our wacky lovebirds or is it trying to tie into the alleged Apollo space mission symbolism by Kubrick? I was too tired to care. I magnanimously gave it a 3 because Lawrence is generally charismatic and I didn't watch it all the way to the end which may be slightly unfair. However, unless some gruesome aliens attack the ship at some point, I don't foresee any potential increase in entertainment value. I figure these two bored narcissists will eventually unplug all the passengers from their techno-coma and then all hell will break loose as the passageways are overflowing with diarrhea like a celestial cruise line disaster. Viewing this one will put you in a deep sleep state, earthling.