Rating: PG-13 (for brief sensuality, language)

Genre: Action/Adventure, Science Fiction/Fantasy

Rating: 2/10


The Space Between Us, an interplanetary adventure involving the first human born on Mars – Gardner Elliot (played by Asa Butterfield) and his unconventional upbringing. Searching for clues about his father and the home planet he’s only heard of, he begins an online friendship with Tulsa (Britt Robinson). He’s given a chance to go to Earth, but plot twist! His organs can’t withstand Earth’s gravity, so the two team up to unravel the mysteries of where he belongs in the universe before time runs out.


Yet another movie I’ve been tasked to review that I regret spending money on. This movie attempts to take the ever-present theme of young love to new heights (literally) but crash and burns due to overtly romantic absurdities and earthbound cliches. The saccharine sentimentality will have fangirls (read: the teenage demographic I’m sure this movie was directed at) firmly in the movie’s pocket, or reeling from a diabetic coma. I almost feel sorry for the tortured boyfriends sitting through this sugary spiel, but that included mine and it’s a toss-up between which one of us suffered more.  


Houston, we have a problem. This film takes place in the near-future, which meant I had some degree of expectation regarding the scientific validity of the film – I can believe Star Trek, I can believe Star Wars, I cannot believe this movie. Plot holes and impossible occurrences? Check. This movie breaks the mold in terms of that, compounding it with the sheer ridiculousness of key scenes which makes this a failure in my eyes. The medical crisis isn’t very believable when people are still dressing in standard regulation “modern” clothes, and this film really seems aimed at some strange mix between The Fault In Our Stars and Divergent fans. Maybe a crossover of sorts.

The cosmic debris of this movie would be Token Adult Gary Oldman – who shouts a lot, and Carla Gugino, who is understandably concerned. The characters are one-dimensional, the soundtrack consists of Top 40s pop that gets thrown into the mix whenever things threaten to get boring (and they do) but at least it’s prettily photographed, right?

The takeaway from this movie is that it’s two hours of far-fetched teen pandering, and I am most definitely not a teen anymore. 2/10 would not recommend except to hopeless romantics with no cinematic taste.