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Friday, July 25, 2014

Dude, I Just Watched Lucy

I usually don’t give numerical ratings, but they’re a handy way to show my polar-opposites reaction to Lucy.

I give it 2/5 if I’m watching a movie that takes the cringe worthy 10% of your brain premiss seriously. Early on I involuntarily looked away from the screen, too embarrassed to watch, while Morgan Freeman speaks inanities to a lecture hall full of academics hanging on his every word, who then raise their hands, and, with straight faces, ask equally inane questions back at him.

However, a little bit after this, Lucy, on the phone to her mother, struggles to explain what’s happening: “Mom,” she says (I’m paraphrasing), “I feel my bones growing; I feel gravity; I feel everything!” She’s speaking in pure hallucination. Might this movie be, Dude, I Just Found the Other 90% of My Brain? i.e. Could Lucy be the most over-the-top acid trip movie ever made? I mean, dude, if it is, I give it, like, 4/5.

Really; I’m not kidding: as an acid trip, it’s a lot of fun.

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