This is the reducto ad absurdum depicting a world where in the name of safety your life is lived via your surrogate. You're wirelessly plugged into this better looking less-destructible version of yourself living in a world with no emotion or consequence. Until ... the death of the guy who came up with the whole surrogate thing. And, on the case is the blondy wide-eyed FBI agent Bruce Willis, assisted by the permanently well-groomed Radha Mitchell. The baffling thing is that whoever killed the inventor's surrogate also killed the real him. And so the story trots down its path of silliness down the dark-alleys that intersect with perfection. It's a fairly forgettable journey, although it does prove that Willis hasn't remined so famous for so long without good reason. He really does command his scenes, however ridiculous they may be.
I want to see this, if for no other reason than to compare and contrast it to the book "Kiln People," by David Brin, about a future where we can transfer our selves to inferior clay figures that will live for a couple days (acting out our fantasies or working for us) and then come home and transfer their memories back into their master.
i really liked it. two questions, though: why is Willis beat to hell by the end of almost every movie he plays? and why is an accomplished actor like Ving Rhames nowhere in the promotion campaign for this film? am i the only one who didn't know he was in it until the opening credits? ok that's actually three questions.
Surrogates
Posted - 10/09/2009 : 16:42:40
