Mickey 17 is one of those sci-fi films that wants to be clever but ends up feeling like a high-budget shrug. It flirts with satire, dips its toes into existentialism, and throws in some half-baked humor, but never fully commits to anything. The supposed social critique? Surface-level at best. The comedy? More like the occasional smirk rather than anything truly biting or memorable.
It nods vaguely at colonialism, labor exploitation, and identity, but in the most diet-sci-fi way possible -…