Eye blood. The hell bothered me to see what Sean Patrick Flanery was doing now, because I knew it was nothing good. Apparently, the guy even in the passerby fighters of the category “C” stopped calling, since he had to plunge headlong into a puddle of an incomprehensible substance called “2177: The San Francisco Love Hacker Crimes”. That's how I'm going to fail if I can call it a movie. Rather, some kind of third-rate school production, played on the morning by the teachers in front of green sheets. Flanery here plays the role of a businessman who woke up after the attack, who had amnesia from a blow to a pumpkin, and now he walks a bruised gray in the middle of chromacey expanses designed to personify the cyberpunk city of the future. In the company he was stuffed with a blue-haired hipster, the efforts of which the man’s head was kicked off, but he does not remember this. At the same time, he is wanted by a police wife and some black citizen who has his criminal species on a blue-haired companion. Also in the script there is a line with the investigation of a series of attacks on famous athletes, there are two hacker ghouls hacking something constantly, and there is also a subplot with underground women fighting for males in hand-to-hand combat, and more.
In short, I will tire of listing in vain all the plot nonsense that has turned the crazy brain of Jose Figuroa. He read four sci-fi novels in a week, and decided to film them all at once, with three spears of money in his pocket, and I suffer now. My grievous head eventually just refused to register all these nonsense, besides, on the screen unfolded so crazy orgy of disgusting computer effects that no power on mental activity was left. No kidding – 99 percent of the local backgrounds and scenery are rendered on the computer, and not as in “Sin City”, but rather as in videos on YouTube ten years ago. Just a static, murky picture, in front of which real (presumably) actors walk with a lost look. This is a visual feast, this is an eye candy, so to speak. It is simply unbearable to watch this, people are “cut off” by the frame of their hands, heads, elements of the interior shine through them, poor “futuristic” interfaces are constantly flying in front of the screen, controlled exclusively by stupid swings of their hands... Add to that a soundtrack that invariably takes the brownest notes and the picture of the most nefarious acid trip of your life is complete. I don’t understand, but after looking at this agony of pixels, did anyone think it was worth releasing? Although in numbers, even on wide screens - and judging by the information on IMDb, it still rolled in theaters, and even earned $2,350 there, thereby paying off its budget exactly 2,350 times. Who came up with the idea to shoot it, who it was designed for, and most importantly, how bad it was for one of the saints in the Bundoc that he looked at this script, at these lines, and even blinked an eye. Sean, buddy, if you don't have any money, you'll give me a card number, I'll give you five bucks. Don't do that anymore because people are watching.