Movies are an accumulation of thousands upon thousands of
choices. The collective decisions of directors, actors, writers, editors, DPs, and
even casting agents, add up to the final product that makes it to the silver
screen. And sometimes, just sometimes, a single one of those fucks it up for
everyone and sends the flaming wreckage of a movie into the waiting fireball of
a sun. Such is the case with Morten Tyldum’s deep space romance,
Passengers, starring Jennifer Lawrence and Chris Pratt.
