It's a well-meaning disaster, but a disaster none the less. A complex concept about the human experience that just doesn't land.
New to Netflix (at least in the US and Canada), The Wandering Earth makes apocalypse porn veterans like Michael Bay, Mimi Leder, and Maestro Roland Emmerich look like amateurs!
Well, not really. But pretty damn close!
At just over two hours in length, the film moves at a break-neck pace. It's exhilarating at every turn, with breathtaking visuals, satisfying character arcs, piles of entertainment.
It's also completely batshit insane. The sun is dying, so in order to avoid being consumed…
We should be expecting more from genre film. Plot holes as wide as Kong is tall being the least of its problems, the characters are two-dimensional cardboard cutouts, and every frame is a poorly-edited trailer shot. It's fun at times, and if you turn your brain off it's OK. But we should expect more from our genre films. More than just entertainment that's passable if we forget about character, continuity, and plot.