Robert Pattinson plays Monte, a man travelling around space in a facility that looks like a 70s stereo speaker, and for so long as it isn't known why he is there, why he is alone with a baby, who he is reporting to via a computer interface, and why whoever he reports to ekes out in small parcels the resources necessary for Monte to sustain his and his charge's lives, this sci-fi remains mesmeric and intriguing, but once the answers to these questions are revealed not very long into the movie, there arise far more questions than answers, especially since the movie becomes infatuated with the human body internal - matters of masturbation and secretions, erections and blunt trauma, urine and excrement - at the cost of the far more interesting - even pivotal - stuff of this space-life's social order (how this world was exactly supposed to work, whether the characters are acting naturally and of their own volition, how any control could have been expected, etc, etc) which is left completely unaddressed and, to use a sci-fi analogy, the promise of the characters, the plot, and the claustrophobia of that stereo-speaker prison floating through space, all disappears into a black hole.
★★☆☆☆
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