Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Passengers

A shocking revelation suddenly shatters a crystalline credulity with excessive reactive disillusionment.

Their relationship was advancing quite well.

The ethical dilemma causes grief-stricken Jim Preston (Chris Pratt) sincere concern for months, the internal debate despondently intensifying his loneliness, his robotic companion (Michael Sheen as Arthur) unable to supply compatible warmth, as their massive craft continues thrusting through space.

With almost one-hundred years until it reaches its destination.

"She's so beautiful, lying there, undisturbed, at rest, at peace, what a comfort it would be if she were to wake, she would one day undoubtably forgive me."

Expressing contempt along the way.

While creating an interstellar Eden.

When the rest of the voyagers woke-up decades later, it must have seemed quite incredible, a wild romantic story to found their new colony's literary tradition, slowly transforming into myth over the centuries.

Cardamom.

Morten Tyldum's Passengers succumbs to overcome love's enmity everlasting.

A tortured soul redeemed through a courageous act which generates mercy as a matter of bold reckoning.

Ways are found to keep things moving as the dangers of a small cast taking up all the screentime are creatively confronted.

Oddly seeming like an oblivious arranged marriage or a clever reimagining of Michael Gottlieb's Mannequin, Gottlieb doesn't show up in spellcheck?, Passengers still excels at justifying its misgivings, while mischievously encouraging luscious tactile growth.

Entropically inclined.

'Til loves saves civilization.

Love the comments it makes about the discrepancies between first and second class tickets, the second class passenger undeniably integral to the vessel's survival.

No comments:

Post a Comment