Messy sci-fi comedy, cheerful on the surface but nihilistic underneath, is utterly clueless about all the things it is almost about: AI, gaming, and the bread-and-circuses power of immersive worlds.
A sort of miracle. A black comedy about a not-well woman saving herself is a savage satire on a not-well world that doesn’t realize anything’s wrong.
There are important issues running through this, but the film forgets to be sufficiently engaging in the course of being Significant.
Science fiction with training wheels, fine for sucking the kiddies into geekery but with little appeal for grownup fans of animated genre adventure.
Bland and generic beyond the small pleasures of its theme-park-ride-esque thrills and its half-intriguing, half-infuriating mystery.
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.
Not just another tale about how the people whose photos come with the picture frames fell in love. This time it’s a thriller, too!
The question is, I suppose: What fantasies of film and TV are too strong for some people to recognize as fantasy?
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…