Upon encountering the movie poster for Voyagers — entwined bodies, sci-fi lighting — I mistakenly believed it to be a rerelease of Passengers, the 2016 space romance starring Jennifer Lawrence and Chris Pratt. That picture, in which interstellar travelers commit ethical offenses before falling into the sack, considered whether loneliness permits the knowing destruction of someone else’s suspended-animation chamber. Voyagers, despite more similarities than an unrelated film should decently possess, is not, in fact, the same movie. If such a thing is possible, it is even less convincing, insightful, and nuanced.

Written and directed by Neil Burger (The Illusionist, Divergent), Voyagers treads familiar ground in its plot-commencing exposition. Earth, a globally warmed husk of its former self, can no longer support life on a large scale. Fearing human extinction, scientists prepare for a scouting mission to a planet that appears to contain oxygen and water. The twist? Humanity’s new home is an inconvenient 86 years away. In order to ensure the survival of the species, the probing vessel will be staffed with adolescents, and their grandchildren will inherit the new world.