Dad thinks prolly 5.
This week kicks off the new year’s project: The year of going to the cinema every week, with not only the human eye in a leading role, but the human rucksack in another. They’re on the poster however, so I’ve only myself to blame for that one, and will therefore not deduct any points for it. I will however take one away for the stupidest plot resolution since Interstellar. Even so, in all essentials just another alien deciphring mystery with a twist, Arrival also presents an engaging, and at least moderately intelligent subtext commenting on the human condition, which is what all good scifi should do. Not hopeless, but does serve to illustrate Hollywood’s need for some better writers.