The Leftovers
There are passages of genuine beauty and joy and weirdness and sadness here, and Lindelof is trying to blaze a generally interesting trail, but all of it feels so calculated, unnatural, and unfelt by its writer.
There are passages of genuine beauty and joy and weirdness and sadness here, and Lindelof is trying to blaze a generally interesting trail, but all of it feels so calculated, unnatural, and unfelt by its writer.
This dive into the psychological depths of a human mind in isolation is what elevates I Am Legend far above a mere “vampire story” and into a classic of the genre that frequently wanders outside of its bounds to excellent result.
I don’t care that it’s inaccessible and pessimistic; it’s bold and exciting filmmaking, and that’s always worth paying attention to.
Heinlein’s pulpy writing style is very fresh and witty, intelligent yet refraining from self-seriousness.
The planet of Treason is a wonderful stage upon which we can examine humanity’s tendencies, from patriotism and desire for social acceptance to our relationship to technology.
The story cycle’s richly envisioned, multi-layered scenario, and Wolfe’s ability to unsettle with playful and obscure language, make it terrifically memorable.
If taken at face value as a throwaway PKD meditation on the nature of reality it is adequate. Dick’s novels are always about ideas. Not sentence construction, dialogue, pacing, or narrative cohesion.
The free-flowing story—where plans change, events catch the characters off guard, and the situation is evolving moment by moment—is captured perfectly by the raw, documentary-style camerawork.
In an era when a conceptually interesting series is much needed to combat the effects-laden vehicles that pass as “sci-fi” today, it’s a shame that something with a neat idea ended up so bad.
Science fiction is one of the toughest genres to do well in film, let alone doing it on a tiny budget and without any special effects.