If this is academy award stuff we're in big trouble.It's better left to those Imax guys, at least they don't have to worry themselves about character development. There you are , hurtling through space, seconds away from death, attached by a fragile cord, and you say "is there a Mister Stone?" give me a brucking fake. Nobody has the right to be called Kowalski in a movie except Clint Eastwood, he's the only one who can carry off a name like that.

In my world, which is firmly rooted here on Earth,there wouldn't be a chance of this movie making it out of the production lab. But it seems that in the world of Hollywood nobody in quality control looks at the final product.

I know movies are supposed to stretch your credibility but this one stretched you to snapping point. It should have been classified as a still birth, d.o.a. or whatever description they have for life's disappointments.

If you still insist on going to see it , amuse yourself by trying to figure out what vast swaths of land and sea the ship is travelling over. There'll be little else of interest to hold your attention.