My head is still shaking in disbelief after knowing this movie has a rating higher than 4 here in IMDb. I'll take some time to get over that before I start writing my review.
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Well, if you're into meaningless and completely made-up computer technical babble, this movie is a gem. With terms like "worm", "hydra", "512 bit encryption" and "DS3" used at random, you can't go wrong. If you take into account the countless times when hacking is portrayed as typing furiously in front of a flat screen filled with ad hoc graphics and perennial connection to any computer in the world, we're talking Oscar material here. From a wider point of view, this flick wallows in the vice of technology aesthetics. Well, I mean what some Hollywood mentally handicapped men understand as technology aesthetics.
If you don't enjoy technical crap, you can try it with lame characters and dialog ("I'm not here to suck your d**k", anyone?). John Travolta's character, aside from dressing like s***, is unbelievable, awfully portrayed and speaks an unintelligible ideology. Halle Berry is there to show us her breasts and nothing else. Hugh Jackman is a hacker (enough said) that seems to be made of wood, except for the "hack-it-right-now-or-someone-dies" sequences, in which he spills his guts out in embarrassing overacting. All in all, this is one of the most cringe-inducing movies I've seen in my life. Every cliché is there (why the f**k every loner/loser lives in a caravan?). Every script line is either wannabe-cool or plain stupid.
To add some aggravation, the movie opens with a John Travolta's monologue in which he digresses about the unrealistic nature of Hollywood films. Yes, some screenwriter lost a marvelous opportunity of shutting the f**k up.
I use to write longer reviews, but anybody with a brain will probably know what I'm talking about in the paragraphs above, and that there's not much left to say.
A future embarrassment for everyone involved. Granted.
RATING: 1.1
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Well, if you're into meaningless and completely made-up computer technical babble, this movie is a gem. With terms like "worm", "hydra", "512 bit encryption" and "DS3" used at random, you can't go wrong. If you take into account the countless times when hacking is portrayed as typing furiously in front of a flat screen filled with ad hoc graphics and perennial connection to any computer in the world, we're talking Oscar material here. From a wider point of view, this flick wallows in the vice of technology aesthetics. Well, I mean what some Hollywood mentally handicapped men understand as technology aesthetics.
If you don't enjoy technical crap, you can try it with lame characters and dialog ("I'm not here to suck your d**k", anyone?). John Travolta's character, aside from dressing like s***, is unbelievable, awfully portrayed and speaks an unintelligible ideology. Halle Berry is there to show us her breasts and nothing else. Hugh Jackman is a hacker (enough said) that seems to be made of wood, except for the "hack-it-right-now-or-someone-dies" sequences, in which he spills his guts out in embarrassing overacting. All in all, this is one of the most cringe-inducing movies I've seen in my life. Every cliché is there (why the f**k every loner/loser lives in a caravan?). Every script line is either wannabe-cool or plain stupid.
To add some aggravation, the movie opens with a John Travolta's monologue in which he digresses about the unrealistic nature of Hollywood films. Yes, some screenwriter lost a marvelous opportunity of shutting the f**k up.
I use to write longer reviews, but anybody with a brain will probably know what I'm talking about in the paragraphs above, and that there's not much left to say.
A future embarrassment for everyone involved. Granted.
RATING: 1.1