The Martian focuses less about developing the stories of its supporting cast than banking on the charisma of its main lead – a feat that works immensely as it is every bit an engaging, if not effective in creating a wellspring of fun-filled entertainment. The story is based from the Andy Weir novel of the same name. Mark Watney, played by the forever lost Matt Damon (when he was lost behind enemy lines: Saving Private Ryan, lost in another galaxy: Interstellar, and lost psychologically: Good Will Hunting), is left behind in the worst place possible, Mars. One quirk of the plot though: it is impossible for a damaging storm like the one that caused Watney to be left behind to exist in a thin atmosphere like Mars. But heck, the film is beautifully made. It is made for the Millenial and lives for the Millenials; the pure awesome problem-solving and logic of the film is enough to appeal to the “me, me, me” generation whose  strange affinity lies mainly on flawed, wise-cracking, geniuses. It is not entirely far-fetched to think that the movie might spawn new astronaut dreamers coming out of high school. What The Martian lacks, however, is cinematic pathos found in modern classics such as Gravity (2013), arguably the modern “gold standard” in space cinema. Still, Ridley Scott crafted one of his best recent films to date, and it is definitely a must see. 3 stars out of 4