Pseudo-spirituality meets pseudo-science in this 2001 wannabe (which may also owe something to Brian May's song '39 - it has the same plot). Some shots are so similar that you're fully expecting to hear the 2001 theme, Thus Spake Zarathustra. It does look amazing, but its silly notions sit uncomfortably with its great solemnity and equally great length. And, for me, it didn't have any of the emotional clout it ought to have had (and I'm usually a sucker for Daddy-daughter stuff).

What's so important about the human race surviving anyway? I want the people I love to survive, and their descendants, and (at a push) all flesh-and-blood people, but I don't give two hoots about the human race in the abstract. And this whole space colonisation thing is just pie in the literal sky - a distraction from the stuff we need to do to keep our actual home livable.