Steven Spielberg is a Hack.



We forced ourselves to sit through Minority Report. It just really wasn't very good. Spielberg just can't resist that whimsy, can he? In what should be a highly serious and cautionary moral tale about the failings of the criminal justice system, Tom Cruise is forced to accidentally drink spoiled milk and eat a moldy ham sandwich (the hilarity ensues in both a vomit and spit take) and to chase his own eyeballs down the stairs Laurel and Hardy style.

Critics loved this movie, but I suspect it's their Spielberg fetish more than actual opinion. Anything and everything that Adult-Peter-Pan touches is always gilded by the entertainment media, even by people that I usually respect. I was most offended by this film as a Phillip K. Dick fan. The original story only serves as the first act of this aggrandized, multi-millionaire-mutual-masturbation vehicle, leaving the remainder of the screenplay floating in a haze of future cars that drive sideways, holographic home movies and injections that turn Tom Cruise's face melt into a horrifying visage of age, paying homage to a fever dream version of Tom Poston.

Anyway, I didn't like this movie. Please tell me why you did or didn't like it.
- posted by Mason @ 3:49 PM