"Mickey 17" review — This job is (literally) out to kill you
“You’re an expendable! You’re here to be expended.” When you’ve experienced death sixteen times, it can be easy to feel like you’re living in some sort of cosmic, karmic punishment. Maybe the universe is retaliating against something in your past that haunts you. Maybe it’s a way of reminding you of your profound insignificance against the supreme, ceaseless sublime horror of infinite space. Maybe it’s just a cruel joke, like God himself is taking delight in your suffering. Or, maybe you just didn’t read the terms and conditions all the way through on your application to join a four-year journey across the cosmos. Either way, dying sucks. Or so says, Mickey Barnes, a crewmember aboard a deep space journey to colonize a far-off world, who’s done the whole “death” thing a few times already. Taking the Star Trek concept of the “expendable crewman” to the next level, Mickey’s entire job is to enter extremely dangerous situations, probably die in the process, and then be brought back to li...