We went to the movies with Bob and Patience Mason yesterday and saw the earnestly bad sf movie "Lockout." Science and logic are nonexistent – they take all the worst murderers and rapists on Earth and put them in a prison in orbit and send the President's beautiful daughter up to, what, taunt them? And of course someone pushes a button and all of the prisoners are set free – what genius put that design feature in place? – and they kill the guards and go nutso. Joseph Gilgun is a cringe-inducing delight as an eye-rolling drooling monstrosity who is second-in-command of the psycho set. It's basically a chase scene with Guy Pearce and Maggie Grace delivering wisecracks (well-scripted) while staying one second ahead of an army of lobotomized sex maniacs with submachine guns – I mean, if that ain't entertainment, I don't know what is.
In fact, it was so fucking bad that in the lobby afterward I almost had a stroke from laughing so hard as Bob and I detailed the lunacies.
I should have a macro that types this out: With exactly the same talent and resources, they could have made a movie as intelligent and durable as "2001." But some combination of failure of imagination and failure of nerve – and perhaps the dislocation of taste that is the result of too many cooks pissing in the broth – prevented the movie from being good.