Mostow's not the worst hack in Hollywood, but his output thus far never even seems to have sought to rise above mediocrity, and rather dismayingly this generic trudge falls short of the similarly-themed
The Island, by the generally pointlessly noisy Michael Bay, no less. Ok, we're dealing not with body-part donor clones but avatars for a vaguely future world where the operators of the avatars are barely capable of leaving their homes as their virtual, more perfect 'surrogates' go through fuzzily realised detective intrigue shenanigans in the real world.
The likes of
I, Robot and
The Matrix also end up getting shamelessly plundered, and Bruce Willis is getting to be so self-parodically cypheresque with his grunting and mumbling that he should really give all this action palaver a rest by now. And then the muddled plotting is further evidenced by a conclusion - and I'm really not spoiling it for you here - in which he ends up effectively committing mass murder.
3/10
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