Not only is this movie bad, it’s almost 2 straight hours of bad. The FPS sequence feels interminable—like watching your retarded kid brother play the video game in slow motion. The layout of the martian facility still escapes me. All the characters in the movie keep running back and forth from one end to the other for no reason. The scriptwriters can’t even get the cliches right: “bag ‘em and tag ‘em”? You tag them first, then bag them. They should have just recorded someone playing the video game and it would have been better. Thank god bras are apparently banned on Mars. Then curse him for allowing this movie to be made. If this movie was a baby bird, its nestmates would sense its malignance and push it out of the nest to save the gene pool.