Excerpt: Nuevo thriller de acción de Luc Besson, que amalgama como es habitual montones de cosas que encantan al director galo. Como (casi) siempre también, el resultado es un producto divertido, rápido y muy disfrutable con un bol de palomitas.
Excerpt: ‘Lucy’ is too much of a mess for true greatness; it’s riddled with plot holes and unanswered questions, it is predicated (as you’ve probably heard) on a widely debunked scientific theory, Johansson’s choice to gradually replicate the vocal inflections of ‘Community’’s Abed is a peculiar one, and the film’s attempts at philosophical introspection mostly land with the thud of a dumb movie that thinks it’s smart. But the picture’s energy and style are undeniable, and frankly, it’s one of those occasional films where buying a ticket is like casting a vote—in this case, for more girls with guns at the movies.
Excerpt: Giving a very similar performance to her great work in “Under the Skin,” Johansson’s tranced out dehumanization mixed with wonder is about as fine as anyone could do given this material, where fast firing brain neurons apparently increase one’s laptop RAM to something approaching the speed of light.
Excerpt: “Lucy” es una película que visualmente no está mal (donde más se luce Besson es en la escenas de acción), que comienza muy bien, pero que después se llena de cosas incoherentes, y al final parecen dos films distintos pegados, porque acaba siendo una película de ciencia ficción que tiene muy poco que ver con el principio.
Excerpt: If you were to take away the distraction of the science fiction gimmick, he might be criticized for implicit racism – there’s a disquieting aspect of pulp magazine, yellow peril hysteria as a slavering horde of sadistic, rape-happy Asian gangsters chases a beautiful white woman in the tight minidress. There’s a lot mumbo-jumbo interjected about time, immortality and the nature of the universe, but at its core this is a pulpy, action crime melodrama with well-intentioned delusions of grandeur.
Excerpt: Luc Besson is nothing if not adventurous. Steering clear of conventional subjects, Besson’s films range from daring to disappointing with Lucy falling somewhere in between, a generic amalgam of action clichés predicated on a scientific fallacy.
Excerpt: Part stylised assassin revenge flick, part flashy science lesson, Lucy is an enjoyably bonkers and visually arresting film. It’s ultimately nonsense-spouting mumbo-jumbo but, unlike many of Besson’s 21st century action flicks, you feel like there’s a wry smile behind the ludicrousness.
Excerpt: As silly as Lucy gets, I gotta give credit where credit is due: this thing flies by in a razzling, dazzling whirlwind, barely giving you time enough to think about what you’re actually seeing.
Excerpt:Lucy is not the action spectacle Besson and his crew have been selling us. It’s a dopey superhero wannabe that eventually moves its lady lead out of the skirmish and into a chair in an empty room while she lets a French cop protect her from the bad guys. This is not an exaggeration. Lucy spends the climax of her own movie sitting down and thinking real hard about what she’s done…and could do. Bum-bum-bum.
Excerpt: Why, in a movie about a woman who can bend time and space, was it necessary to have her running from gangsters? Why did we need chase scenes? The woman unlocks the mysteries of the universe and apparently knows what happens when we die? Wouldn’t it have been much more interesting to have her reveal and explore those secrets?
Excerpt: …even the sight of Scarlett Johansson morphing into a black tentacle biocomputer can’t compensate for the feeling that you’re using less and less of your cerebral capacity the longer you watch this movie.
Excerpt: Lucy’s premise is at least internally consistent, but the film’s understanding of neuroscience and evolutionary biology is so absurdly (and blithely) distorted that one can only gape in embarrassed disbelief.