I want those 88 minutes of my life back.
When I saw who was in this movie, I thought “Hey, how could I lose?” Julianne Moore, Anthony Edwards, Gary Sinise, Dominic West, and Alfre Woodard? That’s a cast!
And the plot – a woman mourning the death of her son suddenly finds out that there are no records of her son, and nobody remembers her son. Not her shrink, her neighbors, not even her husband. The NY Times doesn’t even have a record of her son’s plane crashing, in which nine children died.
This is compelling stuff. Sounds like a an idea for a great movie. Maybe someday someone will make one.
What do we get instead?
UNBOXED SPOILERS FOLLOW
Space aliens. Yep. Stupid farging space aliens are abducting kids for experiments. What are the experiments? Why, they have travelled through the vast reaches of space, defying incredible odds and fantastic dangers, so they can measure…
…wait for it…
…a mother’s love for her children! Yep, you read that right. That have actually developed scientific instruments to measure how much human females miss their dead children.
All in the name of science, right?
But wait, it gets better. When the main alien measures that, in one case, the measurement turns out to be “a whole lot”, he somehow deigns the experiment to be a failure. And his reaction is “Boy, my supervisor is gonna be pissed!”
He somehow ressurects the dead son (and at least one other child), or implants the memory of this child in her head (but no one else’s, somehow or other). And this gives us a nice happy Hollywood ending.
I want my 88 minutes back. I want my $3.99 back. I want those actors back in respectable and non-stupid movies.