A Review: Total Recall

"Look at you. . . You're still fighting and you don't even know who you are!"

In this future, at the ass-end of the 21st century, robotic police officers that resemble Slim-Fast versions of Storm Troopers mixed with legitimate human cops patrol the streets. Cars can sorta fly. Almost everything electronic is now glass touch screen. Young adults are still punks. Cell phones can be secretly implanted (and painfully extracted) in your hand.

And an elevator (with small scientific theory and history behind it) cuts through the earth, zips around the core to the other side. It heads to either (you guessed it) Great Britain, 1 of 2 remaining habitable parts of earth along with the other: Australia a.k.a The Colony.

The Colony resembles a slum of Asian-likeness. I found out later that was little bit on purpose and not me simply drawing semi-racist juxtapositions in my so-called-mind. Living space is shrinking in the two land masses. Things are getting tight, literally and figuratively for people. The colony is a crapland of slum and "United Federation of Britain" is a great place to live and work. But not for the blue collars and foreigners apparently. Okay.

Joie' De Vivre On Celluloid: Live Free Or Die Hard

Bruce Willis isn't exactly old, and Justin Long isn't exactly a kid either, but they both have different experiences between themselves that define age in the best way. That's why they crack inapplicable jokes on each other involving age. And it's a well played game between them. It elevates the movie into Character A and Character B territory. That is--in the sense of actual portrayals from gifted actors--to each his own. Bravo. Which is exactly the kind of creativity you need to inject into your summer blockbusters to make them stronger then most. Then you have a real movie, and not just some popcorn selling marketing and advertising machine.

(Silly announcer voice) But wait! There's more!