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Despite its comforting aspects, though, Gravity is a work of techno-art, with images of humbling grandeur and scenes almost painful in the depth of horror they evoke. The film's climactic reassurances, though welcome on some level after the bone-shaking ride we've had, feel a little soft because the true takeaway from the experience is this: Space is very, very unforgiving. Don't fuck with it.

We're up there above Earth, floating and bobbing and revolving, along with Dr. Stone and astronaut Matt Kowalski (George Clooney). Stone is tinkering around on the outside of the space shuttle Explorer; this is her first time in space, and she's nervous and nauseated. This is Kowalski's last mission, and he scoots around in his Manned Maneuvering Unit, his mood jocular and calming. Then the Explorer receives ominous news: the Russians have blown up one of their own satellites, and the debris is heading for the Explorer with a powerful quickness. Soon enough, the Explorer becomes a pinata, communication to Houston is cut off, Stone finds herself reeling through the inky void, and Kowalski doesn't have a lot of juice left in his MMU. And you thought you had problems.

At first glance a minimalist survival nail-biter on the order of, say, Cast Away or Open Water, Gravity ratchets up the terror by observing the pitiless logic of physics. In this zero-gravity reality, people bounce off each other and go spinning heedlessly into hard, heavy objects; the physicality is a little overwhelming -- the smallest movement can have massive consequences. For every action, it seems in space, there is a wildly inequal and opposite reaction. To deal with this, career astronauts must possess a certain serenity under enormous danger and a certain outlook on life and death, perhaps born of seeing the world from a literally different perspective than most of us do. Clooney's Kowalski never loses his cool, continuing to urge Stone on with lulling optimism even when his own situation looks bleak.

Some have lampooned Gravity as "Sandra Bullock screaming for 90 minutes." I'm sorry if the marketing has made it seem that way -- and most of what you've seen in the commercials happens in the first half hour -- but that's unfair to Bullock, an amiable comic actress who has been impressive in dramatic roles, never more so than here. Stone is our avatar; we share her fright and her awe. Bullock finds the spark in a woman who long ago, in the wake of a tragedy, gave herself up for dead. Gravity is, in part, about how Stone learns to value her life again, and that's a bit of a bummer -- we intuit her turn rather than feeling it. But that's not Bullock's fault; the script only has so much time to flesh out Stone's background. When Stone starts to feel alive, Bullock becomes more animated; we can almost feel the heat of her flesh where the blood is flowing again. (Maybe it's intellectual rejuvenation -- rather than feeling powerless, Stone has a hallucinatory epiphany that these are mechanical problems she can think her way around and solve.)

Gravity is perhaps the magnum opus from director Alfonso Cuaron, who hasn't made a feature since 2006's Children of Men; he spent much of the intervening time working on this film. This director adores technical challenges, technical wizardry; the carnage-spattered long-take chase scene in Children of Men is deservedly legendary, and he lets his shots here sprawl and breathe and gather dread. Gene Siskel's statement about Who Framed Roger Rabbit ("I don't know how they did it, and I don't want to know") applies just as accurately to the kind of magic Cuaron weaves. Not merely a cold craftsman, Cuaron shares with his confederates Guillermo del Toro and Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu a tough-minded humanism: people are imperfect and inhabit a hostile environment but strive anyway, and the striving itself is worth noting and making movies about. Nothing feels sadistic about the way Cuaron tightens the screws on his characters. He wants to view them in extremis -- and more extreme than outer space you can't get -- because that's where the story is.

"Gravity" has some soft spots, probably best blamed on the marketplace demands of making a movie at the $100 million level, but it's still a masterpiece, with appropriate respect for the vastness of the chessboard and the smallness of the pawns who can navigate it.

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originally posted: 10/05/13 22:50:40
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