Saturday night is movie night in our house. This past weekend we watched “Gravity.” It was my husband’s choice. He likes adventure and drama. I like comedy and romance. We respect each other’s choices and are happy to share time together.

“Gravity” didn’t pull me in as I expected. The two main characters, played by Sandra Bullock and George Clooney, are fixing the Hubble Telescope when a cloud of space debris from a Russian satellite hits their space shuttle, sending Sandra Bullock’s character floating off into space and destroying the shuttle. A series of unfortunate events follows.

At the conclusion of the movie, I was happy Sandra Bullock’s character survived. Holy Moly! After almost being lost in space, having your fellow crew members die, being caught in a fire, jolted and bashed by space debris, and almost drowning, she should live to tell about it. This movie has many excellent qualities such as the background music and the visual effects, but I guess I didn’t appreciate it enough to be a big fan. The idea of being lost in space or confined to a small area gives me the heebie-jeebies. In the end, I had lots of unanswered questions. I felt like I was left floating in space like George Clooney’s character. Did anyone ever hear any of the Mayday distress calls? When the capsule reentered the earth’s atmosphere, did anyone see or detect it? When Sandra Bullock managed to reach the sandy beach, was it inhabited by humans, or was it an uninhabited island like in the movie “Castaway” with Tom Hanks? Will someone finally rescue Sandra Bullock’s character, or will she go from astronaut to castaway? That might make a great sequel!

Sometimes a good book trumps a good movie!