About as empty-caloried as a movie can be. A cartoonish, heaping bowl of nothing.
About as empty-caloried as a movie can be. A cartoonish, heaping bowl of nothing.
I'll begin by again pointing to this edition of Ed Zitron's newsletter; a very thoughtful and thorough take on our present AI-influenced circumstances.
Does anyone else find it odd that the only positive sentiment interviews in this come from the folks heading up or financially benefitting from AI proliferation? Like, anyone with critical thinking skills on screen is basically doing that Get Out-style internal screaming that can only muster, at most, a single tear while smiling.
I give the execution…
This feels like an important one.
We live in an era where we hear a lot of talk about how history will or will not remember people and events. And while for most, what they know of history is just names or locations or events; lines on the page of a text book or wikipedia entry. It's the job of the dying breed of employable historians to bring to life those names and moments.
I say all this because if…
A movie that definitely gets culturally graded on a curve.
It offers the highs of aggressive camera-work and filmmaking in the midst of adrenaline-junkie environments, more so the sky diving sequences than the surfing. But it has some deep, deep lows of ridiculous characters and circumstances. Among them:
- It tests the loyalties of Gen-X stoners by having Keanu Reeves square off against Anthony Kiedis.
- It suggests an undercover FBI agent would be an active part of a sting…