A man who we do not know wakes up in space he finds he is the only person on the ship because the others have died. Induced into a coma, he awakens disoriented and panicked in space, light years from anything and everything he cares about and knows. When he gets his bearings, he mournfully sends the crew (whom he now slightly remembers) off in a silent space burial. We could care less for these people because they haven't really…

The affect of confidence but not the effect, the affect of cruelty, but not the effect, the affect of desperation of which there is almost none. A tonally, narratively confused bit of "the white man can do anything" sprinkling ideas from an 80s box set of Risky Business, Rocky 4, The Karate Kid, and other such mainstream notables, with some delicious cinematography which ends up only furthering the artifice. How so many are at work on their phones and laptops,…

A series of gears and levers sequenced to produce a predictable event minus any sense of joy. A funhouse with mirrors intended to reflect society, relfecting a lacking instead. Johnson's third film in the series wants to be taken seriously, to show its mastery of the whodunnit, genre, and filmmaking in general wallowing in liberal sermonizing as it seeks to critique the extremism of the day. Tonally inconsistent, Johnson's film can't decide whether it wants to just be its fun…