The high rating of this movie has to be a fanboy campaign. Despite a high recommendation from one of my children, I didn't last five minutes. It wasn't the violence: many of the movies I have enjoyed most and been most impressed with have been violent (Kill Bill, the Departed, this year's No Country and Eastern Promises). No. What is was was that the first five minutes told me that the film-makers simply didn't know what they were doing. Voice-over: 'World War Three.' blah, blah, blah. Stock footage: H-bomb, Stalin, Saddam. (If they'd had any guts they'd have shown a picture of Bush) Voice-over: Blah, blah, Grammaton cleric... Silhouette of Martial-arts heavy Voice-over: Total non-sequitur... 'Our capacity to feel.' Then you show some heavy dudes brooding over SOME OF THE CRAPPIEST ART EVER MADE. Couldn't they at least moon at the Mona Lisa? Rembrandt's Bathsheba? Picasso's portrait of Dora Maar? No. One portrait that looked like it came off the cover of the 1912 Ladies' Home Companion, and La Source (the archetypal Academic nude and exactly the thing great painters despised, from Courbet on). Spare me! Oh, never mind! I spared myself, and pushed the 'off button. Anyone out there who gave this more than a three - in the words of the immortal William Shatner - "Have you ever kissed a girl?"
Review of Equilibrium
