“His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy…,” a lyric by the infamous Eminem is the instantaneous thought that comes to mind when thinking of the way Alfonso Cuarón‘s (Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban)  newest flick, “Gravity,” made me feel.

The film begins with Dr. Ryan Stone (Sandra Bullock) on her first expedition to space working on the Hubble Telescope. Dr. Stone is accompanied by Veteran Lt. Matt Kowalsky (George Clooney) who is completing his final space walk with NASA before retiring. Before the two know it, they are in the middle of a shower of space debris from destroyed missiles, and must compose a plan to survive or forever float off into the never ending abyss that is space.

I give “Gravity” 5 out of 5 Northstars. The whole film is a strategic piece of modern art that keeps you thinking for days. Cuaron has space down to the T. I still am finding myself going over scenes in my head and recalling moments of total destruction that remain soundless aside from the sound track to portray the air pressure-less atmosphere.

The relationship between Dr. Stone and Lt. Kowalsky develops quickly like any would in an immediate struggle for survival. The film is written in such a way that the obstacles create conversation covering the home lives of the characters and giving the viewers an idea of who the protagonists are. This pathos is genius in keeping the audience engaged.

I am not usually a fan of 3D movies, but Gravity’s beautiful colors and effects were expertly filmed in this format. I can honestly say that I left the theater content and would gladly travel back to the theater at -9.8m/s^2 to see it again.

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