An elegantly stupid time travel, cgi on steroids, and guilty pleasure that at least has the charm of Chris Pratt trying to save the horrific screenplay and the future war that takes place in 2050. When he meets up with his daughter in 2050 there are a few morsels authentic emotion. The two hour and fifteen minutes aren’t as painful as passing a kidney stone.
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