220 miles above the earth and with
little chance of coming back down. That's not only the basic premise,
but also the way one feels after having just watched Gravity,
Alfonso Cuaron's long gestating follow-up to 2006's Children of
Men. After literal years of hype and ecstatic festival buzz, the
question for me was whether Cuaron's magnum opus could possibly meet
my out-of-this-world expectations. The answer is a resounding YES.
Gravity is a triumph; A groundbreaking invention of pure
cinema that captivates from its awe-inspiring start to its potent
final images.
The opening title card ominously warns
that life in space is impossible, before cutting to the still
serenity of Earth, glowing blue against the infinite blackness. A
white dot creeps into view, slowly growing in the frame until we can
recognize it as the space shuttle Explorer. Veteran astronaut Matt
Kowalski (George Clooney doing his best George Clooney impersonation)
and rookie Ryan Stone (Sandra Bullock) are making repairs to the
Hubble telescope. Matt makes jokes and regales mission control with
amusing anecdotes while he putters around on his mobile thruster
pack. Ryan is nervously tethered to her work, trying hard to keep her
breakfast down on this routine mission. But of course, nothing about
space travel is routine. With little warning, a field of satellite
debris tears through the shuttle and leaves the space walkers
stranded. From here, Gravity takes off on a dazzling roller
coaster ride that rarely lets up, as Ryan must learn to defeat her
traumas (past and present) and muster up the courage to make it back
home.














