Negatives from the script (available online as a PDF):
- appearance of Mars compared to a “blast furnace”
- protagonist’s first word is “Fuck” [unimaginative use, no problem with word]
- multi-paragraph undramatic expositive dialogue
- dumbed down unintelligent boring main character
- cheesy dated dialogue “our bad”, “shitstorm”, “I’m going to have to
science the shit out of it” heh heh - crucifix sole combustible at base
- overriding obvious question: why doesn’t he fix the damn antennae???!
- 30 day mission rather than standard 500 day Mars Direct (which would allow enough foodstuffs for one person to live many years of emergency survival on Mars…not to mention a spare antennae)
- astronauts from military backgrounds/pilots
- inability to launch during sandstorm due to “wind”
- crew must lean in to “force the doors closed against the wind”
- “We’ve never had a manned ship controlled remotely before.”
- Mark holds up his middle finger. “Fuck you Mars.” [emphasis original]
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Drug glorification “I’m dipping this potato in Vicodin and there’s nothing
anyone can do about it.” [This criticism seems to receive the most attention…a person close to me nearly died from alcoholism recently, as a result I have a new hatred of addictive substances which would have surprised my past self. I enjoyed alcohol but this tragedy was by far the most terrifying thing I have ever witnessed. My hope is we as a free society come to abhor drugs of all kinds, and disdain their use as we have cigarettes.]
Constant corny uptight hierarchical conflicts:
- “We’ll do our best.” “Mark dies if you don’t.”
“We discussed this.” “You discussed this.” - “I’m sorry commander you need to verbally–” “Launch!”
- Even afflicts CNSA: “Are you kidding?” “Have you ever known me to kid, sir?”
- “Bullshit it should be Commander Lewis’ call.” “We need to make this decision. It’s a matter of life and death.” “She’s the mission commander. Life and death decisions are her damn job.”…”You goddamn coward.”
- “We’re talking about mutiny which is not a word I use lightly.”
- “Easy, cowboy. You and I are military. There’s a good chance we’d be court martialed when we get home.”
- “When this is over I’ll expect your resignation.” “I understand.”
- “You’re sending him to space under a tarp?” “Yes. Can I go on?” “I’m not sure I want you to, but okay.”
- “…I feel obliged to mention that setting off an explosive device on a spacecraft is a terrible, terrible idea.” “Copy that. Can you do it?” [thinks, then] “Ja.”
- “Oh wait a minute. Yep. I’m looking at my shoulder patch and it turns out I’m commander. So shut up.”
Sole Positive:
- blue sunrise