Air

Writer-director Christian Cantamessa and co-writer Chris Pasetto aim for a Danny Boyle-Alex Garland-style psychological thriller like 2007's "Sunshine," but they don't adequately account for all of the mood swings.

Once an idea is introduced, it's tossed aside, unexplored; though there's plenty of talk, this isn't exactly a sci-fi "My Dinner With Andre." Tense music substitutes for genuine tension.

At least it's interesting to look at, if only at first.

All the end-times mysteries develop into a meditation on the limits of humanity, which is the most charitable way of saying that there's lots of scenes of dudes chasing each other with guns.

Feather light and full of unrealized promise, Air disappoints in not where it goes, but where it doesn't go.

The chemistry between the two actors never fully clicks, which is ultimately the essential ingredient for this film's success.

Hounsou and Reedus are captivating enough that people will find things to enjoy in it.

[Christian Cantamessa has] the eye of a promising director-now he just needs a better script.

Air succeeds where many sci-fi movies fail, by making an unbelievable story completely believable.

"Air" isn't a wipeout, but it feels determined to be disappointing.