Passagers

Passengers is an unusual work of science fiction.

There are so many things that go right with the film, but its legitimate failure to stick the landing both leaves a bad taste in your mouth, and actually compromises its internal ethics in a sour way.

The meet-cute between Jennifer Lawrence and Chris Pratt in Passengers isn’t so cute (...).

The Guardians of the Galaxy and Hunger Games stars team up for this deep-space love story that turns into a creepy misfire.

Jennifer Lawrence and Chris Pratt are passengers who wake up in the middle of a starship voyage in a romantic sci-fi thriller that begins promisingly but gets lost in space.

A morally dubious set-up to this glittering starship romance makes for queasy viewing and empty action thrills.

Even if you believe in forgiveness, the way this movie stacks the deck to get to that place is, well, unforgivable.

What pisses people off, I think, is the mixture of florid romanticism and voyeuristic creepiness — which is exactly what’s enjoyable about Passengers when the balance is right. 

Le dilemme moral troublant et le paradoxe existentiel fascinant, au menu de cette romance intergalactique, ne rendent pas plus digestes les escales attendues et le traitement sucré et racoleur privilégié par ses auteurs.