Though 320 gigabytes might struggle to overheat some Macbooks, Johnny’s head might explode from it. (Is a nosebleed information leakage? Ew.) The neurophysical manipulation of the Internet—yes, capitalized—is fun, but the film’s alt-everything works like a duct-taped first-gen iPod. Only regret: a Henry Rollins/Ice-T buddy pic didn’t result.
before the title, be warned—there are possible spoilers in the review.
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