After having quite the phenomenal year in 2019 (not to
mention knocking it out of the park more recently with Bill & Ted Face The Music), I was honestly willing to give B-movie Keanu Reeves an honest chance.
Hell, the plot for this one really intrigued my itch for sci-fi philosophising,
all about the ethics of cloning and transferring a human consciousness into another
body. Then I discovered that this is written by Chad St. John, who also gave us
the jingoistic claptrap of London Has Fallen and the entitled tedium of
Peppermint. Then I found out the director, Jeffrey Nachmanoff, is better
known for writing the glorified business expense of The Tourist, as well as
Roland Emmerich’s woefully unhelpful take on global warming with The Day After
Tomorrow. Can’t win them all, I guess.
