Cast adrift in an inky abyss and cleaved from the terrestrial realm that defines us, the human is forced by the hostile vacuum of outer space into a confrontation with body and being. Director Bong Joon-ho’s preferred mode of storytelling has long been a structural critique of power tempered by the humor he wrests from his films’ otherwise abject scenes, and in Mickey 17, it is precisely a space expedition that frames this romp through the horror and comedy of fleshly existence. Set in a future when interplanetary migration has become the solution to a ruined and depleted Earth, Mickey 17 is a dystopian reminder that we are closer to meat than stardust.
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