My biggest question was "if weight is so important for the successful completion of the mission, why the hell didn't they have someone watching the space ship all the time to ensure there were no stowaways?"
Indeed. The really lame dialogue in this from mission control is that she broke the rules so her life is forfeit. She brought this on herself, etc. There’s not even the smallest attempt to find a solution. This in itself could be a plot point. But it wasn’t from what I could see. Just stupid writing.
And, okay. Fine. I “break the rules” if I get on board the next crew destined for the useless International Space Station. (But not useless for purposes of Kumbaya.) But, come on, due diligence. If someone can sneak aboard a vessel that small, someone didn’t even run down the most basic checklist. “Oxygen. Check. Enough food to eat. Check. No one crept aboard because of crappy TSA security. Awe. I’m sure no one snuck aboard.” Or, as you said, post a guard if the mission is so damned important.
This is really awful stuff that probably would be considered good if written by a twelve-year-old. Even then, I might be surprised at how detail-oriented many twelve-year-olds can be, especially if they are sci-fi enthusiasts.
After all, the greatest part of the fuel used in space exploration is used in taking off, thus the girl's extra weight would have already done the damage.
They give some B.S. excuse about not having enough fuel for the descent. It’s a lame point. Your observation is surely the relevant one.
I also thought about the margin of error. This chick can’t be over 130 lbs. That’s a rounding error for a spacecraft being launched that far.
No, you’re not being too picky, Mr. Kung. Sure, small details in any story might cause one’s eyes to roll at the implausibility. But these weren’t small details. This was the basic scaffolding. And the writers failed miserably. If you get the big stuff wrong, don’t expect anyone to hand around for your smaller touchy-feely points.
Again, if any of you are so bored out of your mind that you’re looking for something to do, watch some of this. It’s hilariously obvious that there is junk all over that spacecraft that could be tossed out before you tossed out the hot blond. Crap. I’d cut my hair, throw out my clothes, and chuck all my rations. I’d take triple laxative. I’d trim my nails extra short. I’d even go so far as to throw my desk chair out the hatch (that’s gotta be 10 pounds right there) and maybe even the table its sitting on. Just for starters.
Had this been some smooth, egg-like shell of a spacecraft with nothing but a few blinking lights embedded in the wall, then okay. I can see where it would be hard to lose some weight.