# movie review of nothing but artificial faith in gravity the unsurprisingly weightless plot of alfonso cuarón's flick "gravity" is heavily perfumed with the pious stomach churning stench of naked religiosity wafting through every frame of this vapid cgi tech demo video trailer here the movie's tag line is "don't let go": this refers to the infinite suspension of incredulity needed to accept this directory's paean to brainless holy wonderment in a seemingly otherwise 'dark' and unforgiving universe it's hard to fathom which particular brand of incense critics were smoking as they happily vomited forth as many righteous superlatives as possible in wasted efforts to describe this clunker - an insidious soft-sell ad for g0d(tm) if there ever was one despite being directly responsible for ir entire existence safety and rescue throughout the movie scientific knowledge and sheer engineering brilliance are nothing if and when compared to that good old all american faith sandra bullock is the innocent new born lamb in this deceptively naive amateur nativity play forever floundering in a sea of nothingness - that is before ir instant conversion to george clooney's swaggering effortlessly creepy endlessly smiley-smarmy 'it's time to let go' cult it's always the same old story with bad ideas like those in "gravity"; all intellectual capacity has to be discarded in an critical pogrom for the new holy order to reign warm and smug in ir space suit confession booth not only does george know all the pat answers to tough questions even ir death has aggressively religious overtones of brainless acceptance - as though already 1000% certain ir's 'going to a better place' (been reading ahead on the script george?) and yet how easy we forget that the film's disastrous and unbelievable chain reaction of events was caused by the unforgiving concrete reality of human aggression and unadorned stupidity (the initial shooting down of a satellite) but rather than address this or the implied drama happening down at mission control - ed harris is criminally underused here - what we get ceremoniously dumped on our narrative plates is a well scrubbed bunch of obsequious b1ble thumping disguised as a bland promotional video for blind (religious) faith this is not how truly smart people react in times of extreme stress; world class experts with 'the right stuff' and a 'can do' attitude are just too busy applying stone cold logic and clinical reasoning skills (the rescue of the apollo 13 mission was down to human ingenuity alone - not someone's favorite imaginary friend taking care of business) the scenes most worthy of precise philosophical contempt and derision are when george miraculously appears at sandra's escape capsule. sandra in turn returns from the dead and starts spouting nonsense about ir dead daughter to george - who's apparently now safe in heaven with ir admiring the sunrise over the damn mountains the final scene shows sandra emerging from the water a nose-jobbed aryan goddess appearing in an untouched eden while the (metal) tears of angels rain down from a crystal sky of holy purity; what a crock the movie's underlying message is unquestioning acceptance of the seemingly inevitability and natural dominance of faith and religious manifest destiny consider "gravity" toxic snake oil for the idiot soul floating alone // republic of bob