During the title sequence of the film Ad Astra, we’re told that the name of the movie means ‘to the stars’. Let’s be clear: this film doesn’t even get past Neptune. It doesn’t get to the one star in our galaxy: namely, the Sun. Don’t go expecting a science fiction movie, basically. Yes, it may be set in the near future, but the movie is far more about ‘inner space’ than ‘outer space’. And it’s not a very interesting inner space at that, cos it’s all a Freudian story about the dominant dual-father (the space hero who monstrously abandons his family), a quest to ‘kill’ off the father (Oedipus style), phallic rockets and self-actualisation/self-birth. Come on, people! That’s the sort of claptrap that science fiction was peddling aeons ago! Things have moved on way beyond that.
By definition, then, the movie is extremely self-indulgent. If you are an aficionado of science fiction, you might not want to waste your time and money on Ad Astra. It scores 7 out of 10 from me (cos it’s pretty, I was engaged, and I didn’t mind the ending). Amen