Oh please, let this not be Vanilla Sky.
That was the thought that ricocheted through my brain at the start of Oblivion. With it’s sleek, hip visuals and promise of Deep Dark Secrets, I worried that it would be an echo of that head-scratcher. I needn’t have worried. Oblivion isn’t a retread of Vanilla Sky, it’s a retread of just about every other Sci-Fi movie you’ve seen lately. It’s also a lovely way to waste a few hours. Like a chocolate-covered pill from Miracle Max, damn if it doesn’t go down smooth.
In 2017, the Earth gets a smackdown from an alien race. But all ended well, sorta; the humans won, but in order to do so we had to unleash the nukes. So now the bulk of surviving humanity lives on Titan, the largest of Saturn’s moons. A small handful of survivors are the “clean-up crew”, extracting what little viable resources earth has left for use in our new planetary digs. How does war veteran Jack Harper (Tom Cruise) know that’s true? Because that’s what he was told after a “mandatory memory wipe” a few years back. Does anyone else think that’s kinda fishy? That’s an affirmative, y’all.