It's been a few hours since my second viewing, and now that I've settled from thinking about the pretty visuals and two of my personal, favorite characters from the film all of the damn time, I'm starting to feel this empty, yet angry sensation inside of me.
All of these excellent theories and explanations everyone is giving out SHOULD have been at least half-present throughout the film, but we got nothing. The supposed plot holes everyone is arguing about don't bother me. What bothers me are all of these unanswered questions and ideas we were given, and the satisfying revelations that were supposed to unfold didn't. I don't want to have to think about all of these explanations given by outside sources just to like this movie, they really should have been in there. I left the theater feeling absolutely nothing, and it was only later that I remembered it fondly, if only for the visuals and David's excellent performance.
NOTHING was explained during the movie. Like Cvalda said, it did indeed feel like a 2 hour trailer for the masterpiece this film should have been. I'm so f**king pissed, I was really tricked into loving this movie from the excellent start when David roams around the spaceship. At this point a whole movie about that would be better than what I watched.
As a scifi fanatic who loves anything futuristic/space-bound, the movie gets an 8 from me. But as a normal cinephile who wants a complete narrative, my score is lowered to a 5.5. What a missed opportunity, and ban Lindelof from writing any of the sequels and Scott's Blade Runner followup. He should stay in the realm of television where he belongs.
Please, Neill Blomkamp, Duncan Jones, Alfonso Cuaron. Save us.