Yesterday I went to see Sunshine with a whole gaggle of gay friends. The movie was not at all what I expected. Here’s what I knew of the plot before watching: The Sun is dying and a team of scientists and astronauts are on their way to detonate a bomb that will re-ignite the Sun. On their way there, things start to go wrong.
Little did I know that this was going to be more of a thriller than a sci-fi flick. True to the few blurbs I’d read about it, Sunshine is a sumptuous visual feast. The cinematography and editing were elegant. The sci-fi element was noticeably absent, but I liked that it was down-played. There was no attempt to explain why the Sun was dying out, how the bomb would re-ignite it, or how the Earth and humankind had survived 7+ years through a solar winter. The movie focuses heavily on the malfunctions (computer and human), and the eeriness that unfolds.
I enjoyed Sunshine, even if Chris Evans didn’t get half-naked. I liked the fact that the movie didn’t deliver what I was expecting – a standard sci-fi action flick. What I got instead was a subtle, uncomfortable space-thriller that was pretty to look at.