Love review

Bloke gets stuck in space. Bloke daydreams. Bloke goes a bit insane. Understandable, really.

No, it’s not that Love. It’s this Love. Angels and Airwaves and William Eubank’s Love. Not Michael Haneke’s Love. I have a sneaking suspicion that Haneke’s Love will be a bit more lovely. Because William Eubank’s Love isn’t very lovely at all.

It looks OK. That’s as lovely as I can be. Funnily enough, cinematographers don’t always tend to make great writers – it’s pretentious and about one thirteenth as deep as it thinks it is. Or, at least, its shallow depth (life! Isn’t it great! Isn’t it weird?! Life is only life with other people. Etc. Hmm. Deep thought) has been plumbed two thousand and one times before. And Curzon, one of the few cinemas that has been lovely enough to grace the 84-minute narrateathon with projection, suggests the film is a “nod to Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey”. That’s a rather lovely way of saying the film is shamefully derivative of 2001: A Space Odyssey.

We like indie sci-fi. We love indie sci-fi. But more originality, please. And get your astronaut helmet out of your backside.

2 out of 5

10th Sep 2012 | Official site | On IMDb