I’m watching Johnny Mnemonic right now. And I just don’t get it. First, there’s the casting. Keanu Reaves makes sense, I guess. When you need a guy to act without personality, he’s your go-to guy. But, Ice-T? Isn’t he a rapper that moonlights on Law and Order? His name makes no sense and has a hyphen in it, so he must be.
He makes me laugh when he’s not being funny. That’s not a good sign. He should do a movie with that other rapper/movie star with a funny name: Ice-Cube. After all, you really can’t have Ice-T without Ice-Cube.
The thing that puzzles me about this movie is the whole premise. We only use 10% of our brains, so they say. Why not use the rest of the un-used space to traffic illegal information in an apocolyptic Mad Max world where all the buildings are rusting and everyone wears punk rocker clothes? Makes sense, right? Right?
Then there’s the random dolphin/brain hacker that can blow stuff up by shooting powerful brain waves out of a satellite dish attached to its head. Don’t try to tell me that plot twist wasn’t conceived of after a few too many shots of tequila on a lonely night.
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