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Review: Impostor
Before I get started, it should be pointed out that managing expectations is very important when going to see a movie. If you go into this movie expecting a "Blade Runner" or an "Alien" you probably won't be so happy. If you go into this expecting a "Screamers" or "Pitch Black" however, then you'll probably enjoy the hell out of it.
"Imposter" stars Gary Sinise as an Oppenheimer-like weapons researcher named Spencer Olham. He's working on creating a superweapon to unleash upon an alien menace originating from Alpha Centauri. Frankly, watching the movie, we're getting our asses kicked, with human society devolving into a fascist state huddled under energy domes for protection.
The aliens, however, really aren't the focus of the film, which is neither good nor bad, as they aren't really central to the plot. Sinise's character Olham is picked up by the government as he is suspected of being an alien replicant instead of the real Olham, with the additional feature of a bomb in his chest designed to go off when he meets with the Chancellor of Earth. After being picked up and taken to an ominous interrogation center to be killed, he manages to escape to the dead zone between city-domes, a dystopic scene of poverty and the overlooked. Within the zone, Spencer convinces the streetwise Cale to sneak him back into the city to meet up with his wife, Maya.
I don't want to go much further into the actual plot of the film, as it doesn't really matter that much. It's fairly predictable but enjoyable. The IMDB entry for "Impostor" notes that this was originally one part of a three-part movie that was expanded to fill the full length of this film. There does seem to be a bit of padding going on, like the exploration of Cale's motivation for helping Olham sneak back into the city where Olham's wife Maya (played by Madeline Stowe) works. In the end you don't mind because the padding is well done and entertaining.
The effects are enjoyable in a "look it's a cool city with ships flying around all over it" way and the cast is much stronger than you'd expect in this kind of movie, but not too much. I did feel that Vincent D'Onofrio was probably not very well cast in his role as Major Hathaway. Mr. D'Onofrio is the kind of actor that when he has the right role really shines (his work on Law and Order, for instance). But still, even ill-placed, he's enjoyable to watch.
To wrap up, "Impostor" is a decent flick worth your $5.75 matinee price while elongating your lunch hour and definitely worth taking the time to watch on cable, although the effects would not be as enjoyable.
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Every time I turn on the TV there's another commercial for this crap.
Ya know...sometimes i feel like id like to beat in the heads of a few clueless moderators. Offtopic? You weeny little bitches, dont you realise that your mod points would be better spent either promoting up excellent comments or modding down crapflooders? Get a clue before I shove something REALLY offtopic up your ass. Besides, dont you also realise that modding down all the comments in a tree is useless? just mod down the parent if you feel the need, the rest of the tree dies soon without the parent comment to refer to!
C'MON TACO - Let's have a revised moderation guideline writeup, and dont let these goons moderate until theyve at least scrolled to the bottom and click the "I read this" button!!!
BTW: This comment is ONtopic, if anything was offtopic, the parent was, not the responses!!
Read your post and it was considerably below average. I didn't hate the post, but I certainly hate you more as a person now.
Capitalization-wise, I was disappointed that you couldn't seem to figure out the proper usage of capitals (or uncials, for that matter). I guess you had a cutback of intelligence since you started huffing paint thinner.
The rest of your post ranged from "piss-poor" to "absolutely fucking abysmal." I'm guessing that you had an encephalitic four-year-old proofread the text, which explains why you have unnecessary ellipses and seem to end every other sentence (and/or sentence fragment) with two periods. Honestly, what the living fuck is that?
I'm still trying to figure out your contribution to the human race (and the fact that you generate carbon dioxide doesn't count).
Your subject-verb agreement was poor. The fact that you started your "review," and I use that term loosely, with a past participle verb and an implied subject of "I" (as in I seen) was more than just jarring grammatically, it was the sort of thing I would expect to encounter more on a NASCAR weblog. (By the way, did you happen to notice how I capitalized the acronym NASCAR, but not just any random words? I felt I should point that out to you again.)
Proper separation of coherent thoughts into paragraphs? Don't get me started.
For years, you've had the technology (in the form of remedial English textbooks) to remedy your own lexicographical deficiencies, but (or yet -- never, under any circumstances, "but yet") you can't find your own ass with both hands and a map. Jesus Christ.
Oh, well. I guess you could have written a worse post than this. Assuming, for a moment, that you were a blind, deaf, autistic chimpanzee with a heroin problem.
The initial idea you had was "good," in the same sense that Hitler's idea of making the trains run on time was "good," but it looks like you're too incompetent to string a group of letters into something that is internally consistent and grammatically correct. Basically, most of your post is useless prattle that will add nothing to anybody's existence.
However (because it's generally bad form to start a sentence, much less a paragraph, with a conjunction), I'll be glad when you decide to kill yourself. Clean or messy, your suicide will do nothing but improve our planet. With a bit more work (and a little forethought), your suicide might even make it onto the evening news. Try to choke to death while attempting to fellate yourself.
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If I recall correctly, Total Recall is a Piers Anthony book, not Philip K.
Dick.
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