Gravity // Film Review

Space. The final frontier, has over the years, frankly become quite a crowded place. It all started a long, long, time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, and ever since then we’ve had wars, treks, balls, races, ships, gates, planets, holes, monsters, ghosts, aliens – small and green and tall and blue… the list goes on, much like the infinite blackness of space itself. Not that we seem to mind - cinematic fascination with it seems to be, er, universal.

In Gravity, George Clooney plays the veteran astronaut to Sandra Bullock’s newbie. Whilst they are on a mission fixing an arm outside a space station in orbit around the earth, they get a message from ground control (Ed Harris) warning them about satellite debris. As bright 3D chunks of space-crap whizz past them (and at the audience), Clooney still cracks jokes – right up to the point where the rest of his and Bullock’s crew are killed, the arm they are attached to jerks loose and they end up tethered to the spinning wreckage with limited air and no contact with mission control – all in the one shot!