This has been around on Netflix since before the pandemic.
A review I came across commented that Duncan Jones's long postponed pet project feels strangely expensive and cheap at the same time. This is a complaint that could be directed at many Netflix productions, but this particular kind of strange juxtaposition becomes all the more obvious when complex worlds are being built.
I don't have a problem that it looks a lot like Blade Runner. Another more acceptable overlay is that of freshness and staleness.
But the problem is that this a film about Berlin that feels like it could have been made anywhere. The actual city of today has so much more atmosphere natively than Jones managed to tap into here in his c2050 version, which felt oddly dated as a vision of the future.
Anyway, it's kind of terrible, yet not entirely unlikeable.
A list of its obvious faults would grow tedious and tedium did seem to be the biggest danger for the first third, but then somehow the bizarre, tonally scattershot pair of bent and creepy mob surgeons played by Paul Rudd and Justin Theroux captured my attention and made me forget all the misfires going on around them.
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