Passengers is the kind of movie I am destined to like: a big budget sci-fi story with good-looking actors and great visuals. The trailer makes it look a bit too cheesy for my taste (and very misleading), but the story of two people trapped alone on a spaceship for decades is an intriguing one.
A lot has been written about how creepy and disturbing it is to turn the story of Chris Pratt’s character waking up Jennifer Lawrence from her cryosleep and essentially condemning her to a life with him and only him into a romance. I find that a little exaggerated, to be honest. I want to see all those self-righteous outrage addicts make a different choice in that situation.
And it’s not like he gets off that easy for his evil deed: Lawrence nearly kills him at some point. In the end, she may have Stockholm syndrome, but given their circumstances, can you blame either of them wanting to make the best out of a shitty situation? That’s exactly what this movie is trying to say. Granted, it’s not very nuanced or smart in doing so, but that’s because it is a bad movie.
No, really. The questionable love story aside, there isn’t much going on here aside from introducing us to a pretty sweet spaceship (seriously, things could have been worse for those two). The whole storyline about why Pratt’s sleeping pod malfunctioned in the first place feels like an afterthought. There is no twist, no tension, and even the main action scene is ridiculously predictable.
Don’t avoid this movie because of its politics; avoid it because it is boring.