Yea, the movie reportedly had some promise as the book was pretty good for it’s time (or so I heard…). However, the dystopic atmosphere and omnipresent drab melancholy reminded me of both A.I. and Minority Report (remember, in The Future™ everything has a greyish hue to it, unless you are in Universe Gattaca where everything has a tint of green).
Barnone the biggest problem was that both the character development and script were filled with trite hackneyed clichés. You learn this early on and I distinctly remember telling members of the peanut gallery what Will “I-still-wear-do-rags-and-hip-hop-Converse-shiyat” Smith was going to do next.
His dress and attitude were entirely anachronistic, granted there is out of place like Marty McFly visiting his parents when they were in high school but then there is out of place like Neo porking Trinity in Reloaded. Remember, this is throughout the entire movie — he wasn’t even a token black guy. At least in Demolition Man, Sandra Bullock did a believable job playing a ditzy girl infatuated with the nostalgic years of yore, Smith came off like a bellicose Ben Affleck in Boiler Room (maybe if he said “Oh hell no” one more time it would provide that much more comic relief, like that “For me to poop on” dog).
Additionally, the lack of any real chemistry between the human characters was reminiscent of Tim Burton’s remake of The Planet of the Apes — what was up with Marky Mark and that blond?
So yes, despite the climatic 1930s street fight, which was real classy and believable, the movie stunkith.
Go watch Shrek 2 or better yet, read the book.
Oh hell no!
Because I’m officially infected with the disease obesity, I can now earn subsidies and browse the blogosphere simultaneously (thanks to Government in a Bottle):
- My Best of Mac OS X Software - undercasephiliac john at inluminent shares his favorite wares to world + dog (windows)
- Half of Cell Phones Will Be RFID-Enabled by 2009 - Technojunkie Roland Piquepaille (of ProBlogs fame of course) outlines the capabilities of our good friend RFID and where it is headed
- A New Issue of “The Daedalus Project” - If you play or follow MMORPG news the latest issue offers yet more content synthesized by the ongoing survey
- Yet another Blog Survey - Ozzie Richard Giles gives us the 411 on an academic survey of the blogosphere
- Dark Horse on the Third Ballot - Interested in 3rd party behind-the-scenes drama? Well, regardless of whatever your non-me-centric views are, R.W. Bradford illustrates the bittersweet metamorphosis that occurred at the recent LP Convention
- Merriam-Webster`s Flappers 2 Rappers: Youth Slang - “An entertaining and insightful look at the creative use of language by teens through the years. Learn the history of slang — words and phrases that became popular in each decade of this century.”
- Engadet - The Doctor Recommended site of the day, neat-o gizmos and widgets for you consumer whores
- Ipso Facto - Latin Phrase of the day; “Whatever the captain does is right ipso facto [i.e. because it is done by the captain], and any opposition to it is wrong, on board ship.”
Peat, the slavishly rabid Christian fundamentalist, posted a link to the Presidential Prayer Team (and they all said, amen). Unfortunately, it’s a real group of living, breathing individuals that genuinely believe in prayer and that prayer works and that the neoconservative cabal are God’s chosen people (”Let my people go!”). Gesundheit.
Anyways, what beats that is the NeedHim.org evangelical outreach site that looks like a self-help AA site:
Why am I here?
How do I beat this loneliness?
What makes my life so hard?
Where is that one special relationship?
This has public-service announcement written all over it, like MADD or DARE — it’s not though. Truth be told, while I honestly have nothing against the sincerity and austere passion these individuals have towards this specific belief system, their marketing tactic smacks of manipulation and John-Edwards-vagueishness.
Who hasn’t been lonely at some point in their life? Or hurt or had difficulties? Or introspectively pondered existential questions? Does that mean that you should codependently attach yourself to a drug that never gives back?
Now my own questionnaire:
Significant other cheat on you?
Do you feel confused?
Not sure of what to do?
Want to dull out the pain?
Grab-a-God is here for you 24×7, rain or shine. This marvelous over-the-counter painkiller can whip the worst migraine your body can dish out. From the makers of “I-can’t-believe-it’s-not-Jesus” comes a product so sensational and supernatural that you will have to try it to believe it. Lack of sex depressing you? Don’t worry, after a couple blunts of Jesus, all your friends will want to get their hands on some good quality cuts. And trust me, this shit literally sells itself.
How many hits of Jesus have you had lately?
Would you buy a used religion from this man?
