Love (William Eubank, 2011)

An astronaut on an orbiting space station loses contact with Earth and loses his marbles over time in his isolation, until things get mystical. Love can hardly disavow its indebtedness to 2001 or Moon, so one would hope that the additional elements to the splice of the two would lend purpose to the exercise. Unfortunately, nothing is made of the Civil War-era prologue and the intercut interviews with various individuals burbling about the nature of existence add nothing in the way of meaning. It may seem churlish to kick such an innocuous low-budget production, but it really manages to irritate with its plodding blandness.

3/10