Ironically, Passengers is at its most evocative when capturing a state of utter tedium.
Fixing the malfunctioning Avalon requires addressing the fundamental damage, but the film seems to argue that the same does not hold true for the human heart.
Passengers, a fairy tale set aboard a luxury spaceliner, has billion-dollar ideas and five-cent guts.
If the filmmakers had delved into the direness of their situation and mined it for more than just a grand-scale lovers' spat in outer space, the movie might have been more than a sleek, well-designed curiosity.
Disappointing at best, problematic at worst.
Passengers is an odd movie but its central questions and dilemmas are compelling and there's enough here of substance for the impressions to linger. Problems aside, it's a journey worth taking.
Perhaps as a well-written play for a cast of three, "Passengers" might have been first class. Instead, it's just another mediocre thrill ride.
Who knows why Mr. Pratt and Ms. Lawrence signed up for this production; still, they're both pros and they do what they can with the wretched material.
Ostensibly we're supposed to like Pratt and Lawrence together, yet Pratt's character does something so unforgivable to Lawrence's at the outset that their ensuing interactions simmer with a mix of horror and disbelief.