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Minority Report
The resonance between this story and the current war is so strong that it's almost impossible to watch it for what it is, a good murder mystery conceived well before September 11th retelling a short story that was published long ago in 1956. The movie is half a work of philosophy and half a head-scratching what-if narrative exploring the merger of computers, extra-sensory perception, and genetic research. All of this is painted on the screen in the sad muted browns, sepias, blues and greys of an amateur watercolorist who can't keep the colors from turning to mud.
The conceit is the kind of classic conundrum that made science fiction great: the police in 2054 can tap the minds of three "pre-cogs" who see visions of murders a few hours before they will happen. Tom Cruise plays a cop who flies off in a jet pack to nab the soon-to-be-bad guys and lock them away before they kill. Can we really be sure the crime will be committed just as the pre-cognitives predict? Cruise is an earnest believer in the system's perfection until, it should be obvious, the system implicates him in the pre-murder of someone he's never met.
The yarn unfolds as a long string of chase scenes mixed with some flashbacks and some pre-cognitive dodges. Cruise's character, we're told, is a fast runner and he spends plenty of time running fast. The plot is crisp and layered enough to unfold several times. The hinge points are as good as the philosophical question they serve.
The biggest failure of the movie may be the set design and the look. At one moment, we see computers to inspire the next generation from Apple, in another moment we're in a mall that isn't as fancy or as new as the mall around the corner from my house. The logos for the Gap and Pepsi haven't changed since they were faxed over from the product-placement department. Many of the scenes look contemporary, with minimal set dressing, but then along comes a great car chase tricked out like the wet dream from some 19-year-old in an art school in Southern California. The unity of vision that delivered the oily dystopia of Bladerunner is missing this time. I wouldn't be surprised if someone tightened the budget screws in the middle of the film and sent them scrambling to save money on some scenes.
The tone coming from the actors is also a bit uneven. Spielberg managed to toss in funny moments in the Indiana Jones trilogy and whole schtick came together with the amazing certainty of comic-book escapism. The bits of humor in this movie's chase scenes, though, ruin the nervous paranoia and amped-up tension crackling through the narrative's ganglia. Is this supposed to be summer joy ride or a serious exploration of the meaning of justice?
These errors in execution don't matter too much because the storyline is so strong and central to our current struggle with terrorism. No one probably wants to hear that Dick wrote this story just a few years after the Supreme Court finally decided that it wasn't really legal to lock up Japanese-Americans on the off chance that they might take their orders from Tokyo. The movie theater where I saw the film is only a few miles from the prison that held much of Baltimore's City Council during the Civil War.
Despite the uncomfortable fact that moments like these happen again and again in history, there's no way to escape wondering whether Spielberg is some kind of pre-cog being who gets his version of the zeitgeist delivered early. The timing is just eerie.
Peter Wayner thinks his new book, Translucent Databases is about ten years ahead of its time. His book about steganography, Disappearing Cryptography , may be a few months late."
so if this future comes about does it mean ill be charged for music i download before i even listen to it? damn the riaa would have a field day with that! =)
12ft of rope, 4 bottles of vodka, 2 midgets, 3 cheerleaders, 1 crazy weekend
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Tom Cruise, Kind of
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tcd004
2054 looks to be a terribly advanced age, except for one thing: sneaker-net. Cruise's character uses the large interface to view and interpret the precogs' visions, but he must first upload the data from the small terminal on the other side of the room, using what must be a mid-21st-century floppy disk. And I thought we would have made progress in networking by that time. Maybe we run out of IPv6 addresses too, and decide to drop the idea altogether.
Philip K. Dick could write a helluva lot better than Spielburg can ever direct.
heh that's the second time I've been modded a troll over requests to avoid movie spoilage.
I guess what the moderators really want me to do is say stuff like this:
* Imagine a beowulf cluster of Minority Reports
* I'll never buy this movie on DVD because I run Linux
* Here's a link to the first 3 reviews I found on Google
* This isn't news! I've seen movies before!
and
* The movie's already available for download on Kazaa
"Derp de derp."
In the first paragraph of the summary say: "Go see this movie" or "Don't go see this movie".
You mean, "We know you were going to see this movie. We know you won't enjoy it. We're going to stop you before you go".
Exigo spamos et dona ferentes
An even better question is where are the hoverboards that Back to the Future promised us?
I want a hoverboard
Don't forget the most important PKD-ism:
Your ex-wife is a no-holds-barred bitch!
Anderton's wife was too likeable for a PKD ex-wife character.