We can't dance around it: Jupiter Ascending is indeed as ridiculous as it sounds. There's so much that teeters between self-aware camp and pure illogic that many will find it difficult to latch on to any part of the narrative. This isn't a film where we can count on our involvement with the characters to guide us through the chaos of these worlds, and when it's hard to care, audiences disappear. Though the film opens theoretically interesting conversations on ideas like genetics, wealth, and unconventional heroes, they're under heavy layers of flat action sequences and romances without chemistry. It's too much mythology a little too quickly, but if you're open to the idea of a king-sized space opera, Jupiter succeeds at being entertaining. It's fun. It's silly. It's self-aware. It's often lovely to look at. If I'd bothered writing this closer to my screening of it, I'm sure I could have pulled out some of the smarter threads and switches the Wachowski's are known for.
As it stands, I can only admit that when I went to see Jupiter Ascending the stress I was under could have made me love anything that was remotely distracting, but with that as a caveat, I rather liked Jupiter Ascending. At the very least, it's a new camp classic.