This sci-fi riff on the end of privacy is not as provocative as it would like to be, and its mystery completely falls apart in the end. But its visual worldbuilding is fascinating.
A comedy only in the bleakest way, satire only in the sense that the whole world has become a parody of itself. Appalling and amusing in equal measure.
There are important issues running through this, but the film forgets to be sufficiently engaging in the course of being Significant.
Did Neo come to see that the Agents had the right way of things? Did Luke eventually realize that the Empire was a stabilizing force in the galaxy? But poor Melanie is suffering from the ultimate case of Stockholm Syndrome.
I’d like to think that Andrew Niccol will make Stephenie Meyer tolerable…
I’m starting to worry that Andrew Niccol has already said, with Gattaca and The Truman Show, all he has to say.
I’ve been waiting a long time for another Andrew Niccol movie that felt like Gattaca or The Truman Show…