In at least once place this film was billed as Sci-Fi. The only Sci-Fi element is advanced cryogenics which serves as an unnecessary gimmick on which to hang this psychological drama's premise. It has also been called a thriller, though it is impossible to discern why. Neither thriller nor sci-fi, the film could best be categorized as unthrilling "low-fi". It's a story about personal soul-searching. Fair enough. But the protagonist, played by Tom Cruise, is sufficiently shallow and his outlook sufficiently bleak that by film's much-desired yet anti-climactic end, one is left with the lengthy spew of a destestable life capped by an irrelevant twist and a trivial "I'll just live a genuine rather than a pretend life" two-second solution. The film is a groan ascending into an agonized screech, stomach-turning rather than gut-wrenching. Yes, it was intended to be deep, and it even could have been. Cruise, if he's acting, offers us the most pathetic character on the screen this year, but in the end we are left not even with stunning pathos - merely with pointless revulsion.