This was so fucking depressing, but it gets worse when you think about what happens after the credits. We'll talk about that at the end, so thar be spoilers ahead in them waters!After a catastrophe renders Earth uninhabitable, a scientist with terminal cancer (George Clooney) volunteers to stay behind at a remote Arctic observatory in the hopes of making contact with a crew of astronauts on their way back from a fact-finding mission on one of Jupiter's moons to warn them away from the lethal radiation.
Yeah, fucking dark, right? It was like somebody said "hey, let's take the horrific loneliness of isolation from Solaris, some generalized space horror, and stick it in The Grey." And then some Netflix executive said "Holy shit, no," then looked around at 2020 and went, "Eh. Can't be worse than reality. Greenlight that bitch!"
Okay, but it actually can be worse. Here's where we're going into spoiler territory, so highlight the text in white to read only if you don't care how this movie ends. **SPOILERS** Okay, so the human race is fucking doomed no matter how cute and hopeful little space Adam and Eve are because Kyle Chandler and Demian Bichir's characters are fucking selfish and decide to commit suicide instead of staying with their crew. So Felicity Jones is pregnant which is supposed to be all "life finds a way" but no. There's no genetic diversity. This kid is just going to be alone on Jupiter's moon. Or there's some Blue Lagoon bullshit about to happen. So the whole movie is a waste and George Clooney died for nothing. **END SPOILERS** This total downer is currently streaming on Netflix.
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