The Astronaut of God

The idea that God is 'up there' above the clouds or in some nebulous region of space pulling the strings is absurd. To be fair, the film does eventually get beyond 'God on a cloud' approach. But the decision to use speech synthesis is disastrous, making the narrator sound mentally deficient and idiotic in his profundities. Listening to a book via TTS becomes tiresome after 5 min, listening to this film for 70 min is unbearable. After sitting through the computer-generated "I'm OK". "What the hell", "Damn it", I had a great desire to see Tarkovsky's Solaris, which does a better job dealing with the angst of "Who am I?" in space.

In answer to Octavian Repede: the Creator and His creation are one. The renaissance philosopher Giordano Bruno was convinced that the entire universe was held together by erotic love. Love in all its variations ruled the world, from physical nature to the metaphysical heavens, from sexuality to heartfelt love of the mystics: it led either to the animals (sexuality), or to the intelligible, and is then called the divine.

It's impressive how its bad. The lines delivered by the character doesnt impact, because he has a robotic voice so freaking annoying. By the end of the film i was thanking that was over. Also the title and the development of the subject is poorly made. The reflections are too blank.

Watched from begining to end, and these days so much unoriginal garbage out there, which you struggle to get half way through, let alone even get to the end.

In a way this is a little gem.

Like other commentators i concur this is not watchable or listenable to. There are some weird space movies around, this is just plain forgettable.

It's a bold experiment in format. The texture of the colour, the voice over, the topic, all of that make this film more than courageous, bold.