Why did I think that the new big-budget Tom Cruise sci-fi joint wouldn’t suck? I feel like that guy who keeps getting involved with women he meets in bars just before closing time. Four months later, you’re sifting through your email contact list trying to find someone with a couch you can crash on while you cancel all your credit cards and change your cell number.
Some random observations, plus and minus, about my experience with this fine, cinematic adventure. No spoilers — you can’t spoil chicken that’s already been left under a radiator for three weeks.
+ both utterly incoherent and laughably predictable
– both utterly incoherent and laughably predictable
+ robot voice gets conveniently high and distorted so you know it’s angry
+ nice eye candy
+ cool borderline personality killer drones
+ it’s so nice of Hollywood to give people who have never written (or apparently read) science fiction before a chance at penning the next blockbuster
+ Saw it at the Solano Drive-In
– Was at the Solano Drive-In watching this and not a double of Caged Heat and Black Dynamite
– I gotta say, Laurence Fishburne is a better science fiction black dude than Morgan Freeman. Sorry, Morgan.
+ Better than Prometheus
– Not much better than Prometheus
You have suffered so we don’t have to, Dan.