Not comparable to the book, but could have been worse.

The same basic premise of generational contrast could be done better, and probably has.

Campy. The kind of thing you wouldn’t make occasion to, but would keep watching if it happened to be on.

A nice enough story, used by the filmmakers to bludgeon the viewer with sentiment.

Somewhat funny, somewhat insightful. Good landscape shots, understated.

Charming.

Colorful, innocuous.

Performed and visualized well enough, but the science fiction elements are so implausible that it makes me wonder why the book was so lauded. They seem like simply contrived crutches for the writer.

Cheap and cheesy Asylum awfulness.

Some really interesting footage. Has the common biopic flaw of inflating the importance of ordinary. I’m also struck by how, as with this, many biopics imply a “rags-to-riches” trajectory, but also have ample video of the subject as a child. Up until a couple decades ago, video recording in that fashion was not common. Must have been silk rags in most of these cases.