Moon

Moon (2009) reminded me of one of those annuals from the 1970s or earlier, all full of moon buggies, space craft, and great white rings of light as planets crept in front of a sun.  We got a director's Q&A afterwards (Zowie!), which reassured us that this was intentional.  An homage, a faked lost gem even, from the highpoint of series SF: Outlanders, and so on.  All reassuringly refreshing.  But why? Even the future is now the past, it seems...

More tellingly perhaps, even more than the hints at the ethics of cloning, or what is a sentient being with rights, is the loneliness.  Something you don't have to grow up the son of a famous pop star to understand, I suspect.  And I've always wondered what it would be like to throw up in a spaceman's helmet.  It's worse than I thought.   Another great date flick, then.