Weir's runaway bestseller was a amateurish in a literary sense - it reads like some kid's 9th grade creative writing homework - but the science was engrossing in its rigorous attention to detail. One expects a director with 50+ years of experience to fix the novel's B-grade flaws and leave the brainy parts alone. Instead, the film is a sum of the worst of both worlds. And WTF with the whitewashing again.
Fuck you, Mars. At least this one wasn't as ludicrous a happy ending as 'Gravity'... faint praise, really. I get that the typical 'Mars is Ours' American viewer might not want to see Matt Damon (or Sandra Bullock) die in space in such a banal fashion, but a little more plausibility might be in order. I think those who are fans of the book and/or NASA will enjoy it more than I did.