The Martian is an instant laureate in the SciFi Golden Age we’re now enjoying. Ridley Scott directs Matt Damon in this landmark movie, the latest in two careers full of them. Their Martian is the highest of high concepts, perfectly conceived. Andy Weir’s lauded novel comes gloriously to life in all its well-grounded spaciness, which is considerable: There are more hatches and pod-bay doors than you can shake a stick at.
This Great Scott Production does deserve dinging for being manipulative to the point of cheesiness. To wit, a rocketship doesn’t take off until just after it should have tipped over. That sort of thing happens again and again, creating a fantastically enjoyable moviegoing experience, but one that’s deflated of scientific cred.
Perfectly droll, disco filled and star powered, The Martian is 2015’s Gravity, albeit one click lower in the pantheon of 21st Century SciFi Classics. For SciFi fans, it reinforces that now is a fantastic time to be alive.
Matt Damon etches one of his iconic performances as an über-astronaut, Mr. FU Neal Armstrong himself. Damon acts by himself for most of the picture, alternately playful, rueful and brave. It’s a bravura performance, yet contained. It’s not the type nominated for Academy Awards, yet is perfectly played by a great moviestar.
The Martian achieves the rare feat of making braininess non-nerdy, instead making it sexy and essential.
The film deserves dinging for being too manipulative and for being a bit too derivative of the failure is not an option teamwork of Apollo 13 and the near-real fantasy of Gravity. Fortunately it is perfectly conceived and executed.
As noted in the summary above, a rocketship doesn’t take off until just after it should have tipped over. That sort of thing happens again and again, creating a fantastically enjoyable moviegoing experience, but one that’s deflated of scientific cred.
Regarding BrianSez’s Review
Stellar! I’d hoped to get out to see it tonight, and now wish even more that I had.