Saw the trailer, read the early advance press, went to this movie. There's a lot of movies I want to see, only - small town, a limited selection, this was the one that was playing.
Been a long time since I saw a movie in the theaters, no surprise, given the quality of this film it might be a long time before I see a movie again.
It was supposed to be about - well, from the trailer, a broodingly atmospheric space movie, in the lines of "Solaris" or "2001: A Space Odyssey". But it wasn't.
It was long, though, that's for sure. At the beginning our hero survives a fall off a hundreds-of-kilometers-high space antennae. Whew. It would have been a short movie if he hadn't, and so - initially - you're glad, but then he goes to the Moon and battles Somalian Space Pirates on Lunar buggies, goes swimming on Mars, battles the attack of the killer space monkeys, all in the quest to find his pa, and by this point you're regretting that he survived the fall off the space antennae. If you knew how things were going to go you would have been grateful for his premature demise, but nothing can kill this guy, which, really, is a load of complete and utter bullshit.
And yes, I get that it was supposed to be in the language of metaphor - sort of a "El Topo" in space, but - no, no it wasn't. It was bullshit.
I'll save you 2 hours of your life and recommend you listen to "Mother Fudpucker" instead on youtube - which is also about a man trying to find his father, only - hate to say it - it's about as sincere and at a little under 4 minutes infinitely more entertaining. Not so entertaining that I'd link to it, but you gotta draw the line someplace.
Ad Astra. Ad Nauseum.