After all these years, I'm still enthralled by Treasure Planet's promises of canary-yellow gold and crimson jewels among the rippling nebulae, greedy space pirates, and mutinous crews. The film's fantasy animation feels timeless, its imagery as arresting as if seen firsthand from the ship’s deck, those uncharted skies promising bounty and adventure.
Sunshine's detractors complain that the film is a mess, with suspect science that starts off strong before veering into slasher territory in its final third. The hard science isn’t hard enough; the crew makes too many stupid mistakes; the third-act appearance of a human antagonist stretches the boundaries of belief. But these critiques miss the point: Sunshine was always a horror movie, from the very first frame.