Sam Worthington possesses a stillness that makes him a fitting protagonist for movies where kinetic, computer-generated nonsense swirls around him. Whether he's leading a team of Na'vi warriors across the battlefield in Avatar or fighting off the freshly unleashed Kraken in Clash of the Titans, he's completely nonplussed. He makes having sex with a tail look like the most natural thing in the world. In more conventional films, that vacant stare can be a liability. But in a spectacle-driven blockbuster, it's an asset.
Unfortunately, Netflix's latest original thriller The Titan, which arrived on the platform today with the scant promotional fanfare we've come to expect from the streaming company, is not the type of overblown, special effects driven extravaganza that Worthington excels in. Instead, the debut feature from director Lennart Ruff is an "elevated" science-fiction tale set in a dystopian 2048 version of Earth ravaged by population growth, environmental decay, and constant war. It's a drab, rudderless movie that calls on its star to splice some life into the reanimated DNA of more thoughtful, original fare like The Fly or Annihilation. Sadly, Worthington isn't up to the task and the experiment eventually goes haywire.