Ryan Reynolds stars in Self/Less. Yay! Not really.
|"This movie is making me sleepy."|
Taking into account Tarsem's flair for amazing looking movies, Self/Less is a massive step in the wrong direction for the man that brought us the classic R.E.M. Losing My Religion video, The Cell, and The Fall. While Singh may have thought it was a good idea to try something new, Self/Less is a shell of a concept that feels devoid of anything original or appealing. This is the definition of predictability. This is the point at which artistry fails and is overrun by corporate entities with large checkbooks that destroy the directorial careers of visionaries like Tarsem Singh. Not one second of this feature feels like Tarsem and that makes this fan extremely sad.
Self/Less is a meandering conglomeration of multiple ideas we've all seen before. Instead of trying anything new with the topic of consciousness transference, the movie quickly devolves into just another chase movie hell bent on ruining a mildly unique premise with gun fights, typical looking hand to hand combat, and scenes that would fit much better in a Jean Claude Van Damme movie from the '90s. Much like last year's Transcendence, a huge idea is whittled down to nothing as Ryan Reynolds plays himself once again in a movie that would have fit much better in the early fall or winter seasons.
|"I told you, you son of a bitch.|
I wanted to skip right to Deadpool."
If you must see Self/Less, don't say I didn't warn you. You've seen everything in this movie before, done better by directors that didn't have to sell out to try and get a movie made. This is a straight up Netflix rental not worthy of the price of admission. Tarsem needs to go back to doing what he does best: art.
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