Duncan Jones
Moon

Moon.

With the allure that this essential title anticipates, the debut in short film by Duncan Jones unfolds to the viewer through a striking simplicity relative to the wealth of elements it contains.

This gem, which, damn you, was missing here, makes its way into science fiction with aseptic and minimal strokes of existential reflections, a virtually impeccable screenplay, and a sterilized scenography, playing on black and white, anchoring itself to the sci-fi especially for narrative and atmospheres.

The film, one could say, is entirely a solo by Sam Rockwell, here in the role of an astronaut on a mission on the Lunar surface for the extraction of a gaseous component, which on Earth compensates for the lack of new energy sources, on behalf of Lunar Inc. A mission lasting three years. On the lunar base, his only company: GERTY. Which is better explained by saying Hal 9000.

The mission is nearing its end and what remains to be told, once more, is man, in his loneliness, in his naivety, in his solidarity, in his cruelty.

Have you seen it? No? In one word: bad!