All these rave reviews must be from geeky sci-fi lovers whose genre is usually filled with monsters and busty babes. So when something comes along with a pretention to solemnity, they feel validated and appreciated, and they return the favor by writing raves. But this is truly the emperor who had no clothes -- I defy one of these writers to admit that when they saw Solaris in the theater, they had to pinch themselves to stay awake. This movie is so low-key and somnambulistic that the entire point of the novel is glossed over if not altogether trashed in favor of lots of languid images of Clooney, his bare [rear-end], and his lost love. In the theater where I saw it, people were actually booing when it ended (and not because they wanted it to keep going). Movies are entertainment. They can also be edifying and informative, but beyond those three, there isn't much else a movie can or should do. Solaris fails on all three counts.