Let’s be
honest, Cuaron's Gravity is great but not that great. It’s not as great as
people, critics and academies are making out. It can’t be the best film of the
year.
The plot is bare, Sandra goes up to space and then a sequence of
accidents happen, which kill off all of her team, leading to her arrival back
at Earth after struggling with commanding spacecraft and her abilities.
Its frailty
is exposed by its cowardly tendency of using space debris and asteroid belts as
propellers for the story. Every time the protagonist finds a safe haven it is
destroyed in another tense escape sequence. Disaster is this films bad guy,
overdone to the point of undeniable personification. You know it: the thing
that keeps coming back, even when it shouldn’t be able to.
If a space
station or satellite has floated safely above the atmosphere for 30 years and
the main character boards onto it, why should we believe that it would get
destroyed by space rocks less than 5 minutes afterwards, especially if that had
already happened twice before in the previous hour.
It’s
undeniably unlikely. If there was a big batch of high speed debris up there and
due, our space stations would have certainly known about it and Sandra and her
team wouldn’t have been working that day.
It is the
most amazing and masterfully made (not in terms of artistry, despite some
beautiful shots, but in terms of technicality) movie of the year, but the best
film? I’m not sure it categorizes with the others…..
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