Zero gravity.

The film’s dearth of imagination is nowhere more evident than in the flat, tepid dialogue.

Red Planet is a giant roach motel of a movie, where actors check in but don't check out.

Establishes an amusingly nasty pecking order once it reaches the surface and even morphs into "Predator" for a hot minute. But it generally bears the anonymous aesthetics of an assembly-line product and is the uglier of 2000's dueling Mars films.