A quick update before I get to what I want to write about today.
I am still on night shift. It is still the worst. My whole life has crumbled into super weird sleeping schedules and everything is blurring together into a mass of sawdust and darkness. Sometimes I feel like my job is slowly and intentionally crushing my spirit.
On Friday I went for a run, my first run of the year. Yes, I have been using winter as an excuse to do absolutely no physical activity at all. Also yes, I run now. Sometimes at least. I might write a post about it sometime, how I transitioned from someone who hated running with the fiery passion of a thousand suns to someone who when it’s nice outside sometimes runs. Anyways, yesterday. I thought I would keep this run pretty casual and was expecting to die and quit early. When I got back and synced my Fitbit I was extremely surprised to find that I had gone four kilometres and my pace was almost identical to when I stopped running last fall. That was super exciting for me.
Okay, on to today’s topic, which is a disappointment. Specifically, a cinematic disappointment. I saw a movie a few months ago that had such potential yet ended up being profoundly underwhelming. The more that I have thought about it over the couple months since I saw it, the more annoyed I have become.
The movie is, drumroll please, Passengers.
Now I did know what I was getting into when I went. I wasn’t expecting anything mindblowingly original. But still, the premise of the movie felt like it had a lot of potential. From what I had seen in trailers I thought they had set up a really cool opportunity to explore the idea of being essentially the only two people in the world. It kind of reminded me of The Road by Cormac McCarthy actually. Whilst I did not particularly enjoy that book, I am under the impression that most people really loved it because of the relationship between the father and the son and the idea that they are basically each other’s entire world. Even I appreciated that part of it. I thought maybe this movie would explore some related themes. The idea that these two people are thrust into a situation where they are literally become each other’s only human contact. I thought it had a lot of potential.
But then, like twenty minutes into the film, the plot became entirely predictable and I knew exactly what the rest of the movie would be. Instead of both of them waking up, Jim wakes up alone and a classic and overused rom-com/sitcom plot kicks in. Yes, some of the specifics are different, but the main points are similar enough that it doesn’t matter. Jim decides to wake Aurora up. He decides not to tell her and instead pretend it happened on accident. They build a relationship. Jim covers up what he did and continues to lie about it. Things are going super well, but wait! Oh no, at the worst possible time she finds out. He tries to explain, she is hella pissed. He apologizes, she won’t forgive him. She refuses to be around him. But don’t worry, something catastrophic happens and forces them to work together to save the ship. Jim almost dies, but survives so that Aurora can reveal she will forgive him and they will live happily ever after.
The overused story being the whole “Our relationship is built on a lie, but instead of telling you about it I’m going to cover it up and hope you never find out about it except that you will and it will wreck everything.” It’s like the ‘we were on a break’ episode of Friends. Instead of just telling Rachel he slept with that girl, Ross spends the whole episode running around and trying to cover it up. But guess what! She finds out, they break up, we have to hear the “we were on a break” fight seven thousand times over the rest of the series.
I am so sick of that storyline. I was excited for Passengers to be even a slightly original story, instead I got an old episode of Friends set on a spaceship.