George Hotelling's review:

So, (spoiler alert) the sun is going out and the people on the spaceship are going to restart it and save the earth. They have a lot of challenges to overcome like in any movie, and then they overcome them. But here's the thing about the movie that you won't believe: no one ever looks really serious and says "It's daylight saving time."

Not one character. No one says "It's daylight saving time." In the entire movie. I know you don't think it's possible, but if you watch it you'll feel like you wasted 4 hours of your life (time moves slower when you're waiting for someone to deliver an amazing line). What were the writers thinking!?

Also, I agree with everything Tarantino said. The first two acts are wonderful and the third is a huge letdown. Gravity is sort of what Sunshine should have been.

the third act is exactly why i don't like this movie.

The third act is retarded.

I'm with Hooker, Mr. Woods, and Mr. Tacular.
Also, most of Tarantino's work is lazy self-parody, and he's an ugly and mean-spirited little man. His reading-aloud voice makes him sound like he's trying really hard on an 8th grade book report.

Sunshine was like making love to a beautiful, interesting woman who suddenly and explosively shits the bed and starts punching your balls.

Some people like that. Some people like Sunshine. The rest of us were shocked and disappointed.

Ok, so I'm the minority then. I thought Sunshine was genuinely engrossing and interesting in a way that Tarantino hasn't been in a while. To hear him go after this and Drive, when he should be doing better himself, just gets my goat.

The Beach is actually one of my favorite contemporary novels, and boy oh Boyle and Danny fuck that one up. So I was excited for Sunshine, mostly because I like to read The Beach every summer and feel like I have to justify it to those who have only seen the film. Garland's been on a good streak since then, with 28 Days Later, Never Let me Go, Dredd and the Halo movie?

While disappointing, I don't see much difference between Sunshine's third act and Moon's. Or Event Horizon's and Dark Star's. Or any movie about Space, or any notion about isolation. I have yet to see Gravity, but let's just assume she makes it back to earth, achieving many feats of strength and courage instead of just floating away like most astronauts probably would.

I was working at a movie theatre at the time and Sunshine's Summer release probably had a lot to do with the end as well. W/r/t Hooker's comment above, they never said any cheesy lines about the sun, but the posters and swag sure as fuck did. Customers either complained about all the technical jargon in place of cool special effects, or bitched about the ending: there was no winning, like a Game of Thrones episode with no tits, dicks dragons or fighting.

It's funny that Tarantino would call out Sunshine given that Death Proof is like 60 minutes of dialogue and then finally all the car action stuff that the trailers promised. I understand that it was intentional; many of those Grindhouse movies had such a low budget that they had to fill as much time as they could for as little money as possible. But without spoiling anything, it ends the way you wanted it to. I'm not justifying Sunshine itself, just Garland: how else would you finish a screenplay?

dude Tarantino may be an asshole but Sunshine, at best, is a tenth as good as even the worst of his films

Everything Tarantino says is correct.

And because my brain has to work so hard to keep the third act from ruining the rest of sunshine, I have to rate it as good as death proof.

Hipsters gotta hate Uncle Quenty.

He can touch my peepee any time.

Sunshine was great up until the ending, which made no damn sense. What was it, a fucking space vampire? The fuck?

Seriously, I would say this movie was interesting and innovative but it's still about a fucking space vampire.

Counter-argument: Death Proof owned.

The weirdest part of this movie was the scene where the tough guy reveals that Cillian Murphy's character has to survive because he's the only one left who knows how to activate the sun-igniting bomb.

I'm usually not one to pick on plotholes, but why on earth wouldn't they make the bomb, upon which hinged their entire mission, so easy to use that ANY crew member could set it off? It's just a bomb!

Bah. I liked Sunshine, despite the flaws of the final act.

Sunshine was like a really dull story from and old issue of Analog. And Interstellar is the same shit more or less. The "space crew" genre needs something extra to elevate it from the prosaic or ridiculous.