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Clips from Sunshine

Short Films 2007 918 clips

Credits

Our sun is dying.
Mankind faces extinction.
...left Earth frozen in a solar winter.
Our payload...
Our purpose...
...to create a star within a star.
Eight astronauts strapped to the back of a bomb.
My bomb.
Welcome to Icarus II.
Icarus.
Yes, Dr. Searle?
Please re-filter the Observation Room portal.
Filter up or down, Dr. Searle?
Down.
Oh, my.
Icarus, how close is this to full brightness?
At this distance of 36 million miles...
Two percent?
Can you show me 4 percent?
However, you could observe 3. 1 percent...
...for a period of not longer than 30 seconds.
All right. Icarus, I'm gonna reset...
...the filter to 3.1 percent.
Well, it's invigorating.
It's like taking a shower in light.
Actually, no.
Look, what is it, beef?
Chicken.
If you don't like it, you take my shift next time.
Testing total darkness on flotation tanks.
And the point about darkness is, you float in it.
But total light, it envelops you.
It becomes you.
It's very strange. I don't...
I recommend it.
...and I'm clearly a lot saner than you are.
Good.
All right, if no one's gonna say it, I'm going to.
Possible?
Probable.
We'll finally be on our own.
Come on, guys. We were expecting this.
No great drama. We're flying into the dead zone...
...seven days sooner than we thought.
...you should do it now.
Well, Mom and Dad.
I hope you're proud of your son...
...saving mankind and so on.
It came a little sooner than we thought.
Because I know everything you wanna say.
Which means you'll know we've succeeded...
...you'll know we made it.
Okay.
I'm signing out.
And I'll see you in a couple of years.
Icarus, dial it down a little, will you?
Yes, Corazon.
Captain?
Captain?
I'm guessing you've been talking to Searle.
- So, do you have that report for me? - Yeah.
Right here.
It will trail off dramatically when we get nearer.
You're thinking about Icarus I.
Well, whatever it was that tripped them up...
...I don't think it was a lack of oxygen.
Not on the outward journey, at any rate.
Fuck.
Fuck.
- Mace. - Mace.
- What are you doing? - Come on.
- Fuck. - Relax. Put it down.
You son of a bitch.
- Fucker took an hour in there. - Stop.
I can't send my package, the wind is too high.
- Calm down. - I'm sorry, all right? Jesus.
Kaneda, Searle, report to Flight Deck.
What's up?
So how does this work?
Am I supposed to tell you about my childhood?
It's the time.
Sixteen months, you can get used to anything.
You just...
...lose track.
I know I fucked up.
From now on...
...I'm not gonna lose track again.
Prescription...
...Earth Room.
Two hours?
- And get a haircut, Mace. - Yeah.