Bong Joon-Ho follows his universally acclaimed 2019 Best Picture winner “Parasite” with the wildly ambitious yet wildly uneven “Mickey 17”, a science-fiction dark comedy based on Edward Ashton’s novel “Mickey7”. While nowhere near as absorbing and clever as the filmmaker’s heralded Oscar darling, Bong’s social critique wrapped in sci-fi dressing has a lot to say and has a lot of fun saying it. But that alone doesn’t equal a good movie.

“Mickey 17” is as wacky as it is unwieldy. As you might expect from a Bong Joon-Ho film, it has a wealth of big ideas swirling all around. But while it delivers a few well-packaged laughs here and there, it’s never as funny as it tries really hard to be. Similarly, the big budget world Bong creates never quite lives up to its promise. Worst of all, the story he’s telling drags on for an eternity and is hampered by pacing that ranges from erratic to lethargic. In a nutshell, “Mickey 17” is an extravagant mess.

To his credit, an endearing Robert Pattinson gives it his all playing Mickey Barnes (Pattinson). After their business venture goes belly-up, Mickey and his childhood friend Timo (Steven Yeun) find themselves on the run from a sadistic loan shark. In an impulsive act of desperation, the two sign up for a space expedition leaving Earth to colonize the distant planet of Nilfheim. Timo gets hired on as a pilot. Mickey signs up for the Expendable program without really knowing what it is. Not the best idea.

As an Expendable Mickey is assigned to an array of extremely dangerous missions that almost always result in his death. But here’s the catch – each time he dies his body is “reprinted” using a controversial cloning method that has been outlawed on Earth. The scientists then upload his mind from their database (quite literally a brick with a few flashing lights) into his new body and get him ready for his next mission.

Filling out the supporting players, Naomi Ackie plays Nasha, a security guard and Mickey’s supportive love interest. Her character is all over the map, but Ackie’s performance is solid. The same can’t be said for the comically bad Mark Ruffalo playing Kenneth Marshall, a failed politician and raving egomaniac who’s somehow leading the expedition. The deliberately exaggerated Ruffalo keeps his act cranked up to 10, gnawing the scenery whenever he’s in front of the camera. He’s exhausting and often smothers out the much funnier Toni Collette who plays Marshall’s devious wife, Ylfa.

The second half shakes things up after the 17th iteration of Mickey is believed to be dead after an encounter with a native species. So they “reprint” Mickey 18. But what they don’t realize is that Mickey 17 is still alive leading to a strictly forbidden case of “multiples”. From there the movie seems to take one wild swing after another. It lurches from point to point, leaving holes all throughout its story while stitching them up with handy voiceovers and vain attempts at humor. It results in a long-winded and surprising unfunny affair.

Bong’s track record may earn him a pass with the faithful, but it’s hard not to see “Mickey 17” as a disappointment. We do see some of his signatures including his unique use of visual language and his commentary-soaked storytelling. But much of what he is going for gets bogged down amid so-so digital effects and a lumbering (and at times incoherent) story. Even Bong’s sermons, hammered most through Ruffalo’s shrill authoritarian televangelist impersonation, pale in comparison to his more incisive and insightful past efforts.

VERDICT – 2 STARS