I am calling to that grain Of light, to that gap between his teeth Where the many-of-us fatherless sleep And bear and be whatever darkness or leaping Thing we can be. Lord, I want to be alive and open, A glimpse of power: the shuffle of a mother’s hand Over a sleeping child’s forehead As if clearing the city’s rust from its face, Which we mostly are: a halo of rust, A glimpse of power-James Baldwin leaning Into the word light, his voice jostling that single grain In his throat as if he might drop it or Already has. Lord, I want to be somebody’s child and chosen Water spilling over their scalp, water Taking the shape of their longing, a deer Diving into evening traffic and the furrow drawn In the air over the hood of the car-power And wanting to be something alive and open. I could teach it a fun game to pass the time.All lions must lean into something other than a roar: James Baldwin, for instance, singing “Precious Lord,” His voice as weary as water broken over his scalp In a storefront Sanctified Church’s baptismal pool All those years ago when he wanted to be Somebody’s child and on fire in that being. It made me want someone else’s consciousness embedded into my own to endure it. The whole thing has absolutely no life to it (other than a brief shot of a forlorn Reeves hugging a stuffed pink unicorn that feels like it should be GIFed). Not even remotely. Most of it is shot in a flat visual style, and it’s all horribly lit and edited like a bad basic cable series. We’ll go with your goofy story, filmmakers, if you give us a cinematic reason to do so. "Replicas" is completely ludicrous on a dozen or so levels, but it depressingly avoids the camp or style needed to make an implausible story work as pure entertainment. “We need to get the algorithm!” They might as well have just called it a “doohickey.” At least that would have been funny. “Replicas” is also the kind of movie that throws around words like algorithm as if they mean something significant. It’s a movie without a clear opinion of its own protagonist, which means we’re unlikely to care too, and the whole thing falls apart in terms of storytelling. They can't figure out if Will is messing with the natural order of things or just a loving father we should look at heroically. This is the kind of part that Nicolas Cage would have eaten alive, realizing that Will needs to be portrayed as an all-out maniac for this movie to work.Īs is, we’re not sure if we’re supposed to actually root for his playing God routine to succeed. Hiding the bodies of your family while you build clones of them in your basement is undeniably insane even in a sci-fi world, as is pretending to be your dead children as you text their friends to keep up the ruse, but Nachmanoff and Reeves don’t lean into the lunacy of it at all. John and director Jeffrey Nachmanoff never figured out what story they were trying to tell. The biggest problem with “Replicas” is that writer Chad St. Or in a way that’s remotely plausible or believable. However, it doesn’t go poorly in the way you might expect. Of course, anyone who’s seen a movie can guess this will go poorly. They will steal clone pods from Bionyne, make clones of the family, implant their brains in the clones, and they’ll never know anything even happened. He calls in Ed, who is also an expert in human cloning, and demands that they merge their nascent technologies. A rainy night leads to a car crash and leads to four dead bodies, every Foster but Will. The foreboding failure of Will’s latest experiment pushes “Replicas” into its real story when the Fosters-including wife Mona ( Alice Eve), eldest daughter Sophie ( Emily Alyn Lind), middle child Matt ( Emjay Anthony), and youngest child Zoe (Aria Lyric Leabu)-embark on a family vacation. Lots of yelling and ripping at metal ensues. It does not go well, as the consciousness understandably loses its cool when it sees metal hands and legs. In the film’s opening scene, Will and his lab partner Ed ( Thomas Middleditch) receive a donor, a recently deceased man whose neural map they extract and implant into a synthetic form. With a concept that echoes “Frankenstein” and “ Ex Machina” in its themes of playing God in a high-tech world, “Replicas” stars Keanu Reeves as Will Foster, a top employee at a company named Bionyne, where he is trying to basically transplant the human consciousness.
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