Ad Astra reveals little of the underlying complexity it tries to convey. It, again, tries to do so through amazing direction, cinematography, photography and sets. A true feast for the eyes. Though it's undoubtedly marvelous to look at, the scenes signify close to nothing at all. The moments where introspection is portrayed, don't incite reciprocal action on the viewers part, because Ad Astra offers almost no content to be digested. Whom is to blame? Out of place action scenes indicate a great contradiction to the main plot of the story, though it might be a conscious choice (to have grandiosity overshadowed by common, intrinsic human nature and need), it wasn't neatly tied together. Therefore, the pieces of the script ended up loose, hanging only by a thread, a thread named Brad Pitt. A stunning performance hindered only by the aforementioned lack on content. It's a simple conflict the movie offers, with intertwined sub-plots that never reach any semblance of conclusion or real connection to the main plot. In conclusion, the movie comes through as a lazy adaptation of a deeply complex novel. A very sumptuous one, nonetheless. A Space Odyssey wanna-be, if you will.
