A cab driver finds himself the hostage of an engaging contract killer as he makes his rounds from hit to hit during one night in Los Angeles. He must find a way to save both himself and one last victim.
Neo and the rebel leaders estimate that they have 72 hours until 250,000 probes discover Zion and destroy it and its inhabitants. During this, Neo must decide how he can save Trinity from a dark fate in his dreams.
In the year 2054 A.D. crime is virtually eliminated from Washington D.C. thanks to an elite law enforcing squad "Precrime". They use three gifted humans (called "Pre-Cogs") with special powers to see into the future and predict crimes beforehand. John Anderton heads Precrime and believes the system's flawlessness steadfastly. However one day the Pre-Cogs predict that Anderton will commit a murder himself in the next 36 hours. Worse, Anderton doesn't even know the victim. He decides to get to the mystery's core by finding out the 'minority report' which means the prediction of the female Pre-Cog Agatha that "might" tell a different story and prove Anderton innocent. Written by
When Agatha and John Anderton enter Lee Crows building, Agatha says; 'Anderson, Leave,' rather then 'Anderton.' See more »
In the Lexus factory when one of the agents chases Anderton behind a whole bunch of plastic barrels, the agent gets knocked out by Anderton causing his gun to slide across the floor and one of the plastic barrels to fall over on its side. In the next shot of the gun sliding across the floor, the plastic barrel lands in an upright position. See more »
Shh. Do you know what I hear? Nothing. No footsteps up the stairs, no hovercraft out the window, no clickety-click of little spiders. Do you know why I can't hear any of those things, Danny? Because right now, the precogs can't see a thing.
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Another half-baked, cheezy, expensive Spielberg film
I really do not understand the critical acclaim this film is receiving. (I may give away some of the story, so only continue if you know it.) It started big, and then fizzled away into nothing. People claim that it is intellectual, that it makes you think-but I can't disagree more. After A.I., Spielberg is now attempting to take the place in our cinematic world of Stanley Kubrick, stooping so low as to add a lame pastiche of Clockwork Orange. Spielberg is not Kubrick, and this film is far from intellectual. The strands of the plot, such as the entire concept of the minority report, fizzle out and are not picked up again. The correlation to the current terrorism problem is cute, but not really there. This is a situation where people can actually see the future (and I might add that their "slavery" to this cause is also not addressed-the Pre-cogs are completely de-humanized into alien-like, pale-faced victims that are not really treated like victims). At the end of the film I really didn't care about the girl whose mother was murdered by the leader of the Pre-Crime organization. Sure, it was kind of cool to watch, but I think this is another Spielberg film that wows us with really cool effects, what turns out to be a cheesy plot, and the usual happy-dappy American ending. I am constantly amazed at how Spielberg seems to fool the critics into thinking he is good, that he produces work that makes you think-when it never does. Maybe if more Americans knew how to read.....
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