I had no reason to care. And their spiritual journeys are as predictable as they are pat... It's all voyage at the expense of the voyagers, so lacks any moral power.

... a placid, almost pleasant film, so reluctant to offend that it fails to engage.

The man-versus-the-natural world story is in Weir's wheelhouse, and Harris and Farrell get into a scene-stealing duel. Worth the trek.

There’s a potency in restraint and implication that makes the people in Weir's movies utterly human. He gives you the broad strokes of who they are, outlining their core and spirit, but it’s up to you to finish their portraits.