I haven't sat through such a load of tosh in a long time. The film's central thesis is that mankind has screwed up the planet and it can only be saved by American science and technology. Nothing unusual then for a Hollywood epic. At least God and religion weren't thrown into its specious mix, although love is, in the shape of the central father-daughter relationship. Of course the father is an all-American hero whose daughter grows up to be a brilliant scientist. However, he has to leave her behind, so that later, with her help, he can save mankind. It's the Right-Stuff meets Contact meets Buck Rogers? Meanwhile, the rest of us are left starving, and choking on our own pollution. Other critics have pointed out the holes in the film's plot but to my mind it's worst sin is its total lack of humour. Oh, I forgot, it had talking robots who could occasionally be sarcastic. Now there's an original idea! I split my sides laughing. Poor old Carl Sagan would be turning in his grave, if he had lived long enough to see this humourless piece of nonsense.