If it weren't for the incessantly loquacious computer onboard the medical rescue vessel in the new terror-in-space flick "Supernova" -- a 1-900-voiced, femme fatale HAL that never shuts up for two minutes together -- this might not be a bad movie. I mean, for a picture MGM was too chicken to screen in advance for critics.
In fact, it's not even a horror movie, really -- even though that's how it's being marketed.
"Supernova" is a victim of "Sphere" syndrome, that terminal disease suffered by producers and directors who think if they can just get respectable, intelligent actors to star in their cheap sci-fi flick, the movie will instantly become something better than it is.
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