You've missed out on one of the great joys of Outland: seeing it in a cinema with a dozen sf fans, all of whom are humming "Do Not Forsake Me, Oh My Darling" (theme from High Noon) during the final scenes.

Loudly.

I tried to like the movie, but the blood dripping upwards in "zero g" took it over the line into farce, and it never recovered. (I did like the scruffy sets: apparently, they paid extras to live in them for a couple of weeks to make them look that much more realistic. And I'd forgotten the unattractively scrawny prostitutes, but that makes sense: the miners couldn't afford to be particularly picky, and smaller women are going to be cheaper to ship between gravity wells :-)