Sunshine (2007)

Nothing anyone does makes much sense, but gad, is it ever gorgeous.

The picture would be nothing, an incomplete Venn diagram, without Murphy.

Cluttered storytelling undermines Sunshine.

On sci-fi's crowded table Boyle serves a fresh feast for our eyes, minds and hearts.

Sunshine, if a fireball, is one that warns us yet again of the danger of flying too close to the sun.

For Mr. Boyle, a Swiss Army knife of a filmmaker, there's always something new.

In an age of technical advancements when filmmakers have circumvented ideas for synthetic visual thrills, here is a movie that plays like some decisive, brilliant rebellion to that pattern.

Don't pack a tube of SPF 50 to the theater; bring a can of Jolt or a double espresso.

"Sunshine's" mostly cerebral adventure into unquantifiable science and human nature makes its huh-what conclusion more forgivable. Loopy as it gets, once the Icarus II sets a course for the heart of the sun, "Sunshine" becomes a head-trip and a half.

Sunshine is a fantastically enjoyable film that works our minds, delights our senses and shows that futuristic science fiction can be serious drama rather than mere popcorn fodder.

Garland and Boyle are nothing if not ambitious. They want us to consider the Big Questions about the importance of mankind as well as science versus fundamentalism.

A barely noticeable eclipse next to the poetry of Woman in the Moon and Mission to Mars