Passengers

Passengers takes what could have been an interesting debate about consent and glosses it over with cheesy romance and problematic sex.

The film's greatest sin is its intrinsic dullness.

The production design here is spectacular and utopian - a delirious idea of a future that's perfectable, a world without blemish.

Ironically, Passengers is at its most evocative when capturing a state of utter tedium.

Seriously, the final act is an unconscionable mess.

Passengers is terrible, failing to commit itself to anything other than convincing its viewers that a woman should settle for any man who is even vaguely nice to them.

Its science-fiction premise about lovers in space starts with promising questions, but soon approaches a horizon that lacks depth and is lost, from the beginning, in a black hole of clichés. [Full review in Spanish]

Passengers has a lot going for it, but the entire treatment feels mishandled, misguided, and a missed opportunity.

Passengers biggest issue is its finale.

The worse possible waste of a heap of charisma