Review: Fly Me to the Moon

Score: B-

Director: Greg Berlanti

Cast: Scarlett Johansson, Channing Tatum, Ray Romano, Woody Harrelson

Running Time: 132 Minutes

Rated: PG-13

There's a charming romantic caper somewhere inside Fly Me to the Moon. But its bloat, predictability and constant reminders of the importance of winning the Space Race keep smothering it.

On paper, this movie has all the ingredients for a raging success. It's got two of the most attractive and charming movie stars we have. It's got a clever concept. It's got stellar production design, costumes and cinematography. And it's got a dynamite supporting cast, many of which are new(ish) faces. But it's so loose that the new obstacles its characters face never feel organic, nor do their setbacks ever feel more than one brief scene away from resolution. But it's still hard not to root for a movie this delightful.

Recruited by a mysterious government operative (Woody Harrelson) to perk up NASA's sagging public image, Scarlett Johansson plays Kelly, an ad exec with a knack for stretching the truth. Of course she bumps heads with Cole Davis (Channing Tatum), the by-the-book launch director. And of course they share a spark that they'll try to ignore until they can't anymore. All of Kelly's lies, half-truths and charades secures NASA more funding and excitement. But when the government demands she covertly film a staged moon landing in case Apollo 11's mission fails, her commitment to her con starts weighing on her conscience.

This is another case of a movie whose "big problem" has a simple solution, but the movie has to drag it out as long as possible. This means a lot of double crosses, broken hearts and subterfuge. Executed properly, this could be a lot of fun. But there are so many of these little bits that it adds up to more than an hour of the runtime. Much of its innate charm and goodwill gets whittled down the longer it goes on.

Yet I can't completely dismiss this movie. It's an old-school crowd-pleaser that's well-acted and features believable co-worker relationships. There's an undeniable energy to it, even if it's hampered at times. At more than two hours, Fly Me to the Moon gets off the ground. But it could have used a little more fine-tuning to truly soar.

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About Kip Mooney

Kip Mooney
Like many film critics born during and after the 1980s, my hero is Roger Ebert. The man was already the best critic in the nation when he won the Pulitzer in 1975, but his indomitable spirit during and after his recent battle with cancer keeps me coming back to read not only his reviews but his insightful commentary on the everyday. But enough about a guy you know a lot about. I knew I was going to be a film critic—some would say a snob—in middle school, when I had to voraciously defend my position that The Royal Tenenbaums was only a million times better than Adam Sandler’s remake of Mr. Deeds. From then on, I would seek out Wes Anderson’s films and avoid Sandler’s like the plague. Still, I like to think of myself as a populist, and I’ll be just as likely to see the next superhero movie as the next Sundance sensation. The thing I most deplore in a movie is laziness. I’d much rather see movies with big ambitions try and fail than movies with no ambitions succeed at simply existing. I’m also a big advocate of fun-bad movies like The Room and most of Nicolas Cage’s work. In the past, I’ve written for The Dallas Morning News and the North Texas Daily, which I edited for a semester. I also contributed to Dallas-based Pegasus News, which in the circle of life, is now part of The Dallas Morning News, where I got my big break in 2007. Eventually, I’d love to write and talk about film full-time, but until that’s a viable career option, I work as an auditor for Wells Fargo. I hope to one day meet my hero, go to the Toronto International Film Festival, and compete on Jeopardy. Until then, I’m excited to share my love of film with you.