Ad Astra - Film Review - âLight in the Darknessâ
ChristâŚitâs been a real drought, at the theatre.
It, Chapter 2 hasnât been performing, will probably be gone before HalloweenâŚ
The Downton Abbey movie and the latest in the I-canât-believe-itâs-still-going Rambo franchise are bringing folks in, but not in the swells that the studios thought, Iâd wagerâŚ.
With no solid spooky movies coming out this fallâdonât even get me started on the sad bastardization of The Addams Family, just around the bendâitâll beâŚdead. At least until Rise of Skywalker.
Furthermore, while listening to a podcast speaking to the sad franchisation of some once-beloved IPs, remembering my time well-spent watching this film puts a smile on my faceâŚand a tear in my eye.
Itâs the films that sweep under the radar that tend to be the best. Anything A24 distributes (read: Midsommar, just a few months back, plus the much-anticipated The Lighthouse, next month), and little gems like this: Ad Astraâa film by a no-name director, but one thatâs competently-made and moving like I havenât experienced in years. Letâs jump into the black⌠Iâll do my best not to spoil anything.
Brad Pitt is amazing, and drives the whole story. Itâs his storyâRoyâs, that is, our lone protagonist on this journey of finding oneself and facing down personal demons. Combining the heart-pounding thrills of Interstellar with the slow, philosophical pacing of 2001: A Space Odyssey, Pitt says a lot with his facial expressions and subtle movements that some actors in his position couldnât even say with words. His arc, as well as the dynamic between his and Tommy Lee Jonesâs character, is truly thrillingâI havenât the words to articulate how I felt, walking out of this film. Itâs a solitary, psychological character piece; slow, yes, but meaningfully-soânot at all wasting our time. Itâs as much a mirror to us, the audience, as it is to the stone-cold work-a-day Roy. By traveling to the edge of our known universe, he finds himself, in the process.
The score emphasizes all the moments that need it, but doesnât detract from the more serene, contemplative sequences. Directorially, itâs wonderfully-shot, as well. Lots of CGI, but itâs so well-done⌠Itâs a window into the universe, itself. Only a couple, fleeting moments where I could pick out bad CG, but I was feeling too much to dwell on it. Edge-of-your-seat moments, followed up by gut-punching scenes of tear-jerking gravitasâŚand it all goes together so well.
IâŚbawledâŚat the end of the film. Walking out, I believe I described it to one of my ushers as âwrecking meâ, salty tear streaks drying on my cheeks, but a hopeful smile on my face. The message is pure, and itâs justâŚa beautiful film. Definitely didnât drag, justâŚfull. Lots to say in two hours. James Gray knows his Kubrick, and how to evoke those same feelings of isolation and optimistic nihilism. I connected with the father-son dynamic, and loved the world-building, minus all the usual, clunky exposition we usually see.
A quote by sci-fi author Arthur C. Clarke came to mind, while watching thisâŚ
âTwo possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the universe, or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.â A humbling notion, for sure. In the end, all we might haveâŚis each other. This stupid little blue planet and the fragile life that exists here, may be the first and last of its kind in the whole of Creation. There may be nothingâno one elseâwaiting for us, out there in the endless black. Itâs what we decide to do with that notion that shows our true colors, that makes us humanâthat picks us up when weâre down, pushes us to keep going.
Favorite film of 2019, easy. I will see it again in the theatre, and I will be buying it on Blu-Ray.
Final âRisk Assessment: *****/. Go check this one out on the big screenâIMAX, if available.