It turns out that The Martian, which I am implicitly compelled to watch whenever I run across it on television, has an extended edition; I rented it for mental health self-care purposes last night. (For a good time, watch me weep when Watney finds Pathfinder; it happened when I’d read the book, too.) I didn’t notice anything that would have been better off left in, although I appreciated getting to see Park and Kapoor’s realization that Watney had decided to use what might have been his last days alive to complete the crew’s original mission. I probably should just own this movie, but there’s something to be said for the random serendipity of stumbling upon an airing.
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