Not a movie (yet, still in production) , but the plot of the Neil Stephenson Book , Seveneves:
The moon explodes, sending a stream of meteors to earth that scientists predict will soon (within a few years) make the surface of the earth inhabitable for a few thousand years. Humanity (book is set near present day, keep in mind) comes together to decide that their best plan is to… launch a whole bunch of self-sustaining satellites into orbit around earth, with a couple occupants each. They are all expected to be able to perform individual station keeping to avoid meteoroids, and create their own artificial gravity by tethering with other satellites and spinning each other up and doing this routinely for cultural exchanges…for thousands of years. In the vacuum of space, with pretty much no additional, food, water, air, spare parts, or reaction mass. All of humanity has collectively decided that this is the only basket they have to throw all of their eggs into, despite the fact that only a miniscule percentage of the population is able to get a spot on one of these satellites. Those that are not the lucky few just wait for the inevitable, or riot in a few locations trying to find a spot on a rocket before all the meteors come down.
Really? Everybody would be cramming themselves into caves, mines, or out digging holes in their backyard with canned goods. Everyone. All the governments of all the world would be digging gigantic complexes with geothermal/nuclear power, or building huge installations on the sea floor. Even if most probably won’t be able to survive for few months, it sure as hell beats certain death just waiting for the inevitable on the surface, or even being one of the “lucky” few on the satellites, who would have even worse issues. In fact, this is borne out by the book, where the One group of people that decides to hole up in a mine manages to survive until the surface is habitable again, thousands of years later, and the one group of people deciding to hunker it out in a submarine does the same thing. Meanwhile, most of the satellites only last a few years before resorting to cannibalism, damage, and infighting.
I’d heard about Seveneves offhand, recently, just as a mention that the habitats are apparently made of Pykrete.
But, jeez…with a few years notice? And the surface of the Earth is a writeoff, anyway? You could put a few good-sized Orions into space. Or Mars or the asteroid belt, even.
He keeps heroin on his person. In a baggie normally used for cocaine. And almost gets Mia Wallace OD’d in the process.
He doesn’t clear the apartment’s bathroom. And almost gets himself and Jules shot by that guy with a g.d. hand cannon in the process.
He doesn’t switch the safety on his gun when he, Jules, and Marvin are driving away from the apartment. And turns around to the backseat, gun in hand. And shoots Marvin in the face in the process.
He’s trying to escalate the tension in the coffee shop while it’s being robbed while Jules is trying to dial it down. God only knows what could have happened there.
And, oh yeah, he’s alone in Butch’s apartment while Marcellus runs out for coffee, and he leaves his gun on the kitchen counter while he hits the head instead of staying alert for Butch’s return like he should. And gets blown away in the process.
I’ve pointed out before that Vincent goes to the bathroom three times in that movie, and every time he does something really bad happens.
I can give him a pass on the baggie; Lance is out of balloons and I’m sure Vincent didn’t expect Mrs. Mia Wallace to go looking through his pockets trying to score. You want dumb, how 'bout finding a baggie in someone’s pocket and snorting the contents.
Also not sure how dumb it was for Vincent to go to the bathroom at Butch’s place. In hindsight, sure, but what were the chances Butch was going to come back there? Yeah, Marcellus had to send someone to check it out, and maybe guys like that always work in pairs, but I’m surprised they hung around.
And really, I don’t think Vincent is ever meant to be particularly smart. I wouldn’t call him absurdly incompetent, just run-of-the-mill incompetent and having a few really bad days.