It's not Noomi Rapace's problem that the screenplay for Prometheus was so poorly conceived and so I'm glad her talents were recognized independent of that mess of a movie...and now she appears once again in a space peril epic that appears to have borrowed much too literally from The Cloverfield Paradox...except that movie was much more dynamic and exciting and here everything is kind of sterile and Swedish, cold and calculated, both over-delineated and underwritten with hackneyed family problems, another problematic child relationship, another distant husband... and this doesn't have to be the situation vs. What's shown in The Martian where families could take a more mature approach to the whole space program (and let me tell you, the husband is one bore of a spouse and the child is one annoyance after another) but I digress from the other sinister higher-level string-pulling administrative exploitations so expected and also so boring. Can I rename this the Constellation of Yawns? Sorry, Noomi, but you really need to find a vehicle worthy of your talents.
Review of Constellation
