Space Cadet

Writer/director Liz W. Garcia plays it safe here, with a result that has no surprises but is effectively entertaining, thanks largely to Roberts’ performance.

Films like Space Cadet should feel graceful and light, going down easy like the many sweet cocktails we see Rex prepare, but this one is hopelessly muddled, a bitter first sip that proceeds to curdle.

It purports to celebrate the pursuit of science, but this film may have single-handedly set the space programme back a decade.

Peppy and harmless but unbearably dumb.

The jokes feel tired. The actors are mostly doing their best, but the screenplay too often leaves them mimicking comedy rather than performing it.

Spacey in more ways than one, Space Cadet is a frivolous and dizzying adventure that makes space camp 'camp'.



Roberts carries the film with her charm and comedic timing, making even the corniest bits feel a lot more fun than they should. Overall, this one is too rough to recommend.

It’s impossible to look past the absurdity no matter how hard you try. As a result, not only does the story suffer but the characters do as well. They’re all so thinly written and as unconvincing as the silly tale they’re handcuffed to.

The cast are good, the astronaut training program setting is certainly unique and there are some laughs to be had. The writing is what lets it down, as it lacks character development.

A cinematic misfire that lands somewhere between the Moon and your grandma’s old VHS tapes of Legally Blonde and The Room