Passengers veers from comedy to tragedy, from romance to action movie, before ending on a note that feels too rushed and too chipper, even by Hollywood standards. One gets the sense Jon Spaihts’ script worked much better on the page, where the story’s cleverest elements had room to breathe—but alas, Passengers is directed by Morten Tyldum, who, just as he did with the 2014 bit of Oscar bait The Imitation Game, sucks the oxygen out of even the best premises. Meanwhile, as Thomas Newman’s overbearing score tells the audience how to feel every single second, Pratt and Lawrence start to look less like passengers and more like prisoners—trapped in a beautifully designed spaceship, trapped in a mostly crappy film.

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