From the chat about "To the Moon," I was expecting a true artistic experience. What I got, instead, was pseudo-intellectual pablum that is exactly as profound as "The Matrix" is philosophically-complex. This is a story about two pairs of people, who I will refer to as Team Science and Team Love. Team Science has a job to do, and to do that job they must learn more and more about Team Love. The problem is that neither pair is very interesting. Team Science consists of Nerdy, Comic-Relief Male (who talks about how awesome he is and shouts things like "Hulk Smash!"), and Hyper-Competent Woman (who keeps the team on point, and rolls her eyes at the actions of her comic foil counterpart). I have seen this before. You have seen this before. We've all seen this before. As supporting cast, this might be passable, but these are our hero and heroine. They have to be more interesting than this. Team Love is composed of a complicated woman and a mealy-mouthed, sacrificing guy. This is intended to be a great love story that has lasted through thick-and-thin, but the authors never give us any explanation that believably describes why these two people would rather be together than not. "To the Moon" is for angsty adolescents who think they are more mature than they are. Any adult whose emotional experience goes beyond being stood up at the high school prom will be bored silly.
