And Winona Ryder has big, animated breasts.
That's what I learned from a preview screening of a Scanner Darkly.
I don't think that was really the point of the film, but the whole "drugs are bad for you, even though this trippy movie makes them seem cool as hell" point was a little humdrum. Yes, I just used the word "humdrum."
So, the flick was pretty good, better than most critics say it is. Maybe it helped that I expected an absolute snooze-fest, like Waking Life (and that coming from a philosophy major who loves metaphysical snooze-fests), and was surprised by a pretty lucent, if meandering, little movie about drugs in the future.
By the way, Scramble suits are probably the coolest visual gadget to come along in quite a while, even though watching them makes me slightly nauseated.
RD Jr. owned the movie ... great performance. Keanu was actually pretty serviceable and Woody Harrelson had a throwaway part (although well-performed). Winona sucked, except as eye-candy, and even then she looked mildly retarded - an amazing feat for an animated film where flaws are automatically painted out as part of the process.
What does it say about your talent when you can't even act in an animated film? I don't know, but I'll just say that Winona might want to go back to stealing because parts for her will be drying up faster than babies in the desert.
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