You MUST MISS this film.
Was the financial structure of this film designed to launder drug money? —Provide a deadly efficient tax shelter for a La Cosa Nostra greed-head? Are the Gambino's laughing in a hot tub somewhere on Grand Cayman?
Oh dear. I must stop and write a real review. Lock and load...
This film has too many periods of treacherous, UN-gifted writing.
I gave an extra star for clever character development of the cyber person and the human programmer who created him. Oddly, this human programmer character is blatantly the most compelling character in this film. Yet, this character receives little writing development or screen time, and ends up as an after thought; —thoroughly ignored by the writers, director, producer and/or any of the many production companies involved in this treacherous, knee-jerk, Holly-stoned project.
Most high budget ciné films today are made with multiple committees of professional people designed to prevent grand mistakes like this from being made! At least four production companies (i.e., money and resources) are involved in almost every high-budget film made these days. What happened here is a catastrophe of suspicious nature. —E.g., was this film's financial structure used to launder drug money? (repetitive) Perhaps, the production of this flick is actually a clever income diversion, —a financial instrument of derivation to save some treacherous, greed-head a swamp-load in taxes, —via the losses that this flick was designed to generate?
If so, they should have hired an actor with significantly less professional ability than Mr. Washington. Perhaps, a young Ryan O'Neal (AKA, 'The Piece of Wood'), or another action/thriller star, often forced to stop production so as to acquire an alternate facial expression, Mr. Charles Bronson.
I watch Mr. Bronson's flicks whenever I want to turn-off my mind. How Mr. Bronson achieves this feat, is remarkable. Since my mind is turned off, however, I have never been able to figure out how he does this to me. —And I do NOT desire an answer to this question. It is a pleasure to switch off one's mind occasionally (Thank you Mr. Bronson). With the odd exception of Barry Lyndon, Ryan O'Neal simply turns my entire being off, en-mass. I suspect that Stanley Kubrick knew exactly what he was doing with Mr. O'Neal as Barry Lyndon. Barry Lyndon was a pleasurable magician's illusion, and when confronted with such wondrous accomplishment, I simply accept and applaud. Although it gives me a migraine when I think about Ryan O'Neal working in a Stanley Kubrick classic. Alas, I digress (big-time).
Mr. Washington's character, whilst professionally played, and enhanced by Mr. Washington's broad charismatic appeal, is critically crippled by thoughtless, hackneyed, perhaps, amateurish(?) BAD WRITING. It is as if the lead character was produced from a predictable and dull algorithm, and then fed to a class of learning-disabled, hormone overloaded 8th graders for commercial 'enhancement'.
And then it gets worse. Why does the hero cop go after a NON-human, android, cyber-villain with an ordinary fire-arm?! —AKA; late 15th century technology, well refined. It's odd that the traditional, gun-powder/cordite side arm is so ingrained in the hack-writer minds of this film that they never gave it a thought. —What am I saying?!
The writers of this mess could not ENTERTAIN A THOUGHT, —much less an audience.
NO less than 6 or 7 times does our hero-cop have time to stop and think; —yet repeatedly and purposefully, RE-acquires a weapon (i.e., conventional semi-automatic side arm with a conventional cordite load) that is deadly to the innocent human, but harmless to the mechanical super-duper cyber criminal!
Worse again, it is made clear, earlier on, that this mechanical cyber criminal can only be stopped by destroying a small crystal memory chip. Yet, the location of this small "chip" is not revealed to us or the hero; —nor is any technology produced to take advantage of this critical and blatant weakness in the villain. —E.g., a 12 gauge loaded with wad-cutters and a wide dispersal pattern (circa 1890s technology).
People are more technically savvy these days. I do not think I am the only viewer who thought, —"Oh dear. A simple RF (radio frequency) EMF burst across a wide spectrum, transmitted, using about 1000 watts input to a dish radiator, pointed at the villain from a distance of no more than a mile, would render ANY computer chip non-functional in a couple of nano seconds. Of course this would be super -duper high technology that you and I cannot understand; —i.e. 1950s era HAM RADIO technology.
Hey, why do Hollywood / Bollywood writers think that future computers will involve huge, fashionably-cut and coloured gemstones? (E.g., Star Trek writers love this technically void, absurd icon.)
'Worser' still, our binary bad-guy's FIRST ego driven "performance", which occurs in a audio-visual, media enclosed discotheque, results in predictable human carnage, and all the cops can think of doing is sending ONE cop in with a conventional side arm?
Wha-hell. This conventional side-arm weapon, in the initial engagement, fires 15 shots in rapid succession. Then, without a reload (hero does a double roll on floor), fires another 25 + rounds, and our hero does not possess a second clip. Unfortunately, we DO get see the hero's acquisition of the weapon and this does NOT include extra clips, empty or full, nor loose rounds. Correct me, but I believe the Beretta can hold 13 or 14 rounds in the clip and one in the chamber? Another 9 mm side arm, —I forget the model, can accommodate 16 rounds, but only if you also store a round in the fire chamber? Perhaps. Most pro's disavow such practise, because if you cannot fire 3 rounds, tightly-grouped, into the chest, from 50 ft., then you should find another job.
The next time you truly need a Navy Seal or Marine Ranger SWAT team, you might as well simply call Domino's for a pizza, and achieve a far better outcome. (E.g., George Tirebiter, no anchovies, please).
This film has too many periods of treacherously, UN-gifted writing. My condolences to, what is probably a lone writer, who wrote about a thousand words to punch up the character development and dialogue for this project. —Also, perhaps a few film editors sweating all night over a digital movieola.
How come they are not made to clean up their messes?
PS: Horrible Foley work.