My Rating: 3 stars
I like it when people really trash a popular movie that I know I’m probably going to get around to seeing. That’s because it allows me to strip away all my positive expectations, so I can just enjoy it for what it is. People really did not respect this movie at all. And yeah, it probably was a mistake to present this flick as a serious, hard-boiled, gangster thriller. It’s a Scarlett Johansson movie, and she’s just doing what she does best: running through hallways in a thin white t-shirt, with a very serious look on her face. If the studio had just presented this as a goofy, sci-fi, fluff piece, I think people would have accepted it a lot easier. This is really just another buxom-babe-kicking-mobster-butt movie, and I think it can be enjoyed as such if you don’t allow yourself to get to caught up in distractions like scientific accuracy, or the plot making any kind of sense.
I don’t think this movie was really setting out to make any sense from a scientific point of view. It has the loose plot line of a woman who has taken a brain enhancing drug. As Lucy unlocks more of her mental powers, she finds that she has supernatural abilities and an understanding of the cosmos. But, the story is really not trying to explain the physiological phenomenon, or even the scientific theory. I think this movie really was just made to be a cheesy action flick. But, then people just took it way to seriously.
There are plenty of things to enjoy about this movie. Lucy starts off in the story as a really dumb, bimbo, and I think Scarlett did a really good job of capturing the essence of a easily manipulated dimwit. Plus, there is something primally satisfying about seeing a character morph into a killing machine, no matter how goofy it is—especially when that character starts off life with so few natural tools and abilities. I’m a sucker for that kind of thing. I’d love to be a powerful, kicking lady.
I’d say, check out this movie if it strikes your fancy. It’s a light, fluffy, thriller, so it’s moderately entertaining if you’re in the mood. But, there’s no need for you to go out of your way. It’s just a punch-em-up. So, I don’t want to hear you come whining to me about how none of the story makes sense. This experience is about watching Scarlett’s boobs jiggle as she punches a drug kingpin in the face, not about unlocking the mysteries within the human brain.