Sam Rockwell falls into a highly selective category of actors that I just like. Edward Norton is in there too. Even in The Sitter, when he plays a sociopathic drug dealer with friendship issues, I was a huge fan. So, I went into Moon feeling pretty comfortable and satisfied already. I came out of it feeling like I had my mind blown, and I’m not talking about any sort of sloppy explosion. If my mind were an asteroid, I’m not talking about having it nuked or bombarded with military missiles. No, I’m talking Armageddon style. As each minute of Moon passed by, there was a tiny team of skilled demolitions experts, roughnecks, and ex-cons planting C-4, a couple at the base of the prefrontal cortex, a stick or two of dynamite in the Parietal, and a whole trail of gunpowder leading from Broca’s Area to neat little piles behind my foveas.
Sam Bell (Sam Rockwell) is employed by Lunar Industries and has a three-year contract to work by himself on the moon. His job: sending back the precious and newly discovered clean energy source known as helium-3. Because he is the only employee, let alone person, on the moon, he suffers from loneliness. His routine is the same everyday and the only human-like contact he has is with a highly intelligent computer that goes by the name of GERTY. So, Sam misses his wife and daughter and always thinks about getting back to them. Well, with only a few weeks left on his three-year contract, Sam starts experiencing hallucinations and suffers an accident at one of the helium-3 harvesters, effectively rendering him unconscious. This is where the really journey down the rabbit hole begins, and I don’t mean that depressing glimpse into eternal sadness that starred Nicole Kidman and Aaron Eckhart.
I’d like to leave you with these final words: Moon is imaginative. It is unlike any other movie I have seen before, and the ending is unbelievable and fantastic.