Leave it to architecture student turned filmmaker Joseph Kosinski to conjure up a post-apocalyptic planet Earth that's so Spartan and au courant, so beautifully desolate and elegantly shabby, that you half expect hipster haute couture models to come traipsing across its ruined landscape. Call it dystopian chic.
That's the oh-so-vogue scenario that Kosinski (maker of the visually lush but narratively sterile “Tron Legacy”) has designed for his sophomore film, “Oblivion,” Tom Cruise's second outing in the past six months as a blandly brooding loner named Jack.
Following up his turn as a nourish knight errant in “Jack Reacher,” Cruise now dons a New York Yankees cap and steps into a silvery leather jumpsuit as Jack Harper, a former Marine who patrols the devastated, radiation-poisoned precincts of Earth, circa 2077, after it was laid waste by marauding aliens.
Surviving humans were evacuated to Titan, one of Saturn's moons, leaving Harper and his partner Vika (Andrea Riseborough) ensconced in a stylishly minimalist, hermetically sealed aerie above New York City to patrol around in a mosquito-like helicopter and mop up any rebellious human Scavengers, or Scavs.
Jack is a broody fellow, haunted by images of a world before the apocalypse. He reminisces about the final Super Bowl (in 2017), listens to scratchy old vinyl albums (Pink Floyd's “The Wall”) and is partial to the Victorian verse of Thomas Macaulay (“And how can man die better than facing fearful odds?”).
Under the watchful computer eye of headquarters — personified by the chirpy digital image of Sally (Melissa Leo, wasted in a phoned-in performance) — Harper and Vika are about to finish their tour and return to Titan when events conspire to … well, push the plot into some very convoluted territory.