“Gravity” is exhilarating,
the most damn entertaining, breathless film this year. The promos promise an
outer space-set drama about two astronauts (Sandra Bullock and George Clooney)
caught adrift in space after a freak debris incident, their shuttle destroyed and crew
members dead. It is that and a survivalist-horror film drenched in the
gut-punch notion that surviving in space means having to continue to face life’s
cruelties on Earth. The lean plot is near required as director Alfonso Cuaron
(“Children of Men”) plunges us into a 90-minute shocker that could break with
too much filler. Among his sharpest onscreen moves: Simultaneously pitching “Gravity”
as a near-wordless silent film of old, but shining new and large with spectacular,
game-changing CGI, cinematography, and sound. He casts us adrift above the Earth, awed with wonder at our home and shocked
by the absolute black void of space, and then miraculously takes us inside our
hero’s space helmet with not a single edit. Bullock rips into her role -– raw,
wounded, and shell-shocked –- deserves every award coming her way. As
does Cuaron and co-writer/son Jonas who spin a perfect final scene uplifting in
every sense of the word as it literally inverts the title. A+
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