Its central conceit (“From womb to tomb, we are bound to others. Past and present”) and thesis (“by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future”) resonate, but marring the former’s clever edits and easter eggs are some discomforting cross-racial transformations and one can’t help but wonder if the thrust of the latter would’ve been stronger with a chronological narrative. As it is, some stories sit better than others (Ewing’s white saviour arc underwhelms; Cavendish’s caper is a hoot).
A covert counter-terrorist unit called Black Cell led by Gabriel Shear wants the money to help finance their war against international terrorism, but it’s all locked away. Gabriel brings in convicted hacker Stanley Jobson to help him. (IMDb)
So, Berry shows off her bod, Travolta’s got blonde highlights, and Jackman looks like the sixth member of N’Sync: Not necessarily fatal to taking the film seriously but it says something that they’re almost the only things I remember aside from a couple good bad-guy monologues, one cool scene where a bus dangles from a helicopter, and one cheesy montage of our hacker protagonist dancing to funk while talking to his computer. A mildly entertaining action thriller, but it’s both dated and generic.