The Wachowski Brothers deserve credit for building a whole universe. Same unsettling feeling: This is just a better Johnny Mnemonic. Which s not exactly praise.
Layers of meaning infused in a deceptively simple story. Papers have been written about Blow Up’s layers. Herbie Hancock’s brilliant score has aged beautifully.
Watching this is like riding in a car with someone who’s learning how to drive stick: Go fast, stop dead, talk, go fast again, talk more, go fast, stop cold.