I have to imagine Robert Pattinson’s back hurts—not just from being repeatedly rolled off a conveyor belt, but also from carrying Bong Jong Ho’s latest film, “Mickey 17.” Pattinson’s quirky, lovable Mickey, alongside his fiercer, more rebellious clone, are just enough to prevent it from being a dragged out snooze fest.
It’s at times a strange, arthouse film and at others, a standard sci-fi action flick. To its detriment, it never quite picks a lane. It attempts to cram in…
