‘Fly Me to the Moon’ Delivers a Seriously Silly Rom-Com

“Fly Me to the Moon” hijacks the mother of all conspiracy theories for our rom-com age.

The ’60s era film follows a love story caught up in a fake moon landing scheme.

Sound silly? It is until it isn’t. And then it is again.

“Fly Me to the Moon” offers some retro charm, two appealing leads and a rom-com structure that won’t make your eyes roll. That’s increasingly rare of late. You’ll have to swallow the film’s meandering tone to soak in its old-school pleasures.

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Scarlett Johansson stars as Kelly Jones, a marketing whiz tasked with making NASA both hip and worthy of government cash. The Space Race is on, but not every politician is eager to steer enough greenbacks to emerge victorious.

Leave it to Kelly, whose beauty and guile reduce grown men to quivering puddles.

Cole Davis (Channing Tatum) is an exception. 

Sure, they have a meet-cute moment early in the film, but as NASA’s launch director he doesn’t like how Kelly bends the truth to get things done. Little does he know she’ll do more than bend it soon enough.

She’s coerced into staging a faux moon landing by a mysterious operator (Woody Harrelson, having a blast) just in case the actual mission fizzles.

Will Cole and co. deposit a man on the moon? Can Kelly convince enough bureaucrats to pick up the tab? How often will the film take pot shots at President Richard M. Nixon, whose Watergate chicanery is still years away?

Very often, to answer the latter question. The film also mocks people of faith, another sign you’re watching a 21st century production.

Otherwise, “Moon” delivers a more thoughtful brand of rom-com. Yes, you’ll laugh, mostly thanks to sly supporting turns by Harrelson and Ray Romano. The latter plays a NASA veteran who has more on the line than mere hubris.

 

 
 
 
 
 
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The unabashed scene stealer? Jim Rash as a fey director tasked with making the faux landing come to life. Yes, he’s a walking, whining cliche but Rash makes him marvelous anyway.

The production values are spotless, recreating the look and feel of the late 1960s without shoving it in our faces. Johansson reminds us how versatile she can be, flitting from serious marketing guru to someone melting over Cole’s moral code.

Tatum doesn’t have to stretch as much. He’s the sober spokesman for science, although his equilibrium gets wobbly whenever Kelly enters the frame.

“Moon” boasts a zippy appeal straight out of a ’50s rom-com, but there’s way too much story in play. The film blows past the two-hour mark when a tighter running time would be a better fit. Did Rock and Doris ever hang around that long?

We’re exhausted by the end, and the “will-they-or-won’t-they” element of the story becomes an afterthought.

You half expect “Moon” to say something profound, or profoundly obvious about modern conspiracy theories. That would have broken the spell Johansson and Tatum try so hard to evoke. One sequence finds Cole defending “science,” and it’s hard not to imagine Dr. Anthony Fauci demanding a closeup.

The focus returns to the overblown plot in play, and we’re back in the 1960s where the story belongs.

HiT or Miss: “Fly Me to the Moon” offers a throwback romantic comedy that, sadly, overstays its welcome.

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