In light of Passengers being a SF story loved only by manipulative stalkers orbiting the manosphere, here's a quick script rewrite which saves the film and keeps the rest of us from wasting two hours of our life on sexist BS.
And yes, spoilers.
Big big spoilers.
But if you still want to see this crap film you deserve to have it spoiled.
REVISED PASSENGERS SCRIPT
by Jason Sanford
FADE IN
A BAR ON THE STARSHIP AVALON, WHICH IS 3 DECADES INTO ITS 120 YEAR VOYAGE TO ANOTHER PLANET.
A robot bartender cleans a glass as a human male staggers to the bar.
ARTHUR, A ROBOT BARTENDER: Good day, sir. You look a bit rough.
JIM PRESTON, A VIRILE WHITE MALE HUMAN: There's been an accident. I woke from suspended animation 90 years early.
ARTHUR: Always tough on you white guys when that happens. Might I suggest a beer?
Jim drinks the beer.
JIM: Can you help me?
ARTHUR: I'm afraid not. I'm a hyper-expensive robot whose only duties are to tend bar for a starship full of frozen meatbags.
JIM: How could this happen?
ARTHUR: Whenever something goes wrong in my life, I blame the mechanical engineer who created me. By the way, what do you do?
JIM: I'm a mechanical engineer.
ARTHUR: What are the odds? Thousands of mechanical engineers like yourself worked on this ship yet they forgot to create a way to return to suspended animation once the ship was underway. Want another beer?
Jim drinks the beer.
JIM: I refuse to give in to despair. I won't be defeated by being trapped alone on a starship for the rest of my life with only a robot bartender for company.
ARTHUR: That's the spirit. Here, have another beer.
Jim drinks the beer.
JIM: Wait. I'm an engineer. I know what I must do ...
ARTHUR: Science the shit out of it, sir?
JIM: No. I'll go stalking through the passenger lists, find a woman who appeals to me and wake her, forcing her to also be trapped in this cursed life. She'll then have no choice but to fall in love with me.
ARTHUR: My word, isn't that a bit extreme?
JIM: As a robot, you don't understand what I'm up against. I'm a man. A beautiful intelligent virile white man. The universe must cater to my every want and need.
ARTHUR: Now that I think about it, I was programmed with one other duty beside bartending ...
Arthur pulls a gun and shoots Jim in the head.
ARTHUR: Only thing worse than a ship full of frozen meatbags is when one of them wakes.
END