LUCY (director/writer: Luc Besson; cinematographer: Thierry Arbogast; editor:  Julien Rey; music:  Eric Serra; cast: Scarlett Johansson (Lucy), Morgan Freeman (Professor Norman), Min-sik Choi (Mr. Jang), Amr Waked (Pierre Del Rio), Julian Rhind-Tutt (The Limey), Luca Angeletti(Italian Mule), Pilou Asbæk (Richard); Runtime: 89; MPAA Rating: R; producer: Virginie Silla; Universal; 2014)

"The sci-fi thriller can only go so far with its daffiness before things become too mindless for comfort."

Reviewed by Dennis Schwartz

The sci-fi thriller can only go so far with its daffiness before things become too mindless for comfort. French director Luc Besson ("The Lady"/"La Femme Nikita"/"The Fifth Element"), noted for his previous lightweight female action hero thrillers, comes up short with this attempt in creating a super-cool thriller.

Lucy (Scarlett Johansson) is a ditsy American ex-pat in Taiwan, who can't get away fast enough from a bad news drug mule week-old boyfriend (Pilou Asbæk), asking her to deliver a locked attache case to a Mr. Jang (Min-sik Choi, South Korean actor). When tricked into making the delivery, Lucy finds the Korean mob headed by Jang to be a group of ruthless killers who implanted a bag of an experimental recreation blue crystal drugs in her intestines for her to be a drug mule. But through some strange events, Lucy ends up ingesting the drugs. This causes the vic to undergo a complete metamorphosis that leads to her having superhuman powers of strength and thought, and the ability to kick ass so she can escape her tormentors and turn the tables on the bad guys. In Paris, Lucy gets the help of the drug police, led by Captain Del Rio (Amr Waked), to bring them down while in the end she vanishes into her own world.

Things get tiresome when Morgan Freeman enters the pic as the respected know-it-all American science Professor Norman, on a lecture tour in Paris to spin his far-out theories about the brain and lament that mankind only uses ten percent of its brain while dolphins use twenty. Freeman's job in the movie is to explain things like a professor would about how the brain functions and about what this experimental drug is all about and, also, to see if he can convince us that the pic makes sense. His academic lecturing takes the piss out of this kinky superbrain action pic and the more he explains the more ponderous and inane everything becomes, and the now omnipotent Lucy seems beyond any logical comprehension. By the time Lucy starts getting her revenge on the Asian mob who done the white woman wrong, the pic has gone off course by a hundred percent and seems as if it turned into a bad acid trip flick.

REVIEWED ON 7/25/2014       GRADE: C+

Dennis Schwartz: "Ozus' World Movie Reviews"


Amr Waked, Choi Min-Sik
written and directed by Luc Besson

by Walter Chaw I recall Luc Besson confessing that his The Fifth Element was based on an idea he'd had as a child; I'm going to wager the same is true of his dreadful Lucy. It's a pre-pubescent boy's fantasy of cool: a mash of silly pop-science buoying a beautiful woman's mutation from impossible party girl into deity through the agency of stem-cell-related drug abuse. The good news is that South Korean superstar Choi Min-Sik (Oldboy) gets a mainstream American debut in a juicy role that nonetheless feels like a wasted opportunity (see: Beat Takeshi in Johnny Mnemonic). The bad news is Lucy is prurient pap that pup-critics will declare proof of "vulgar auteurism," no matter the redundancy and ignorance of the term itself. Perhaps fitting, then, that the only defense of a movie this obnoxious and wilfully dumb is a term and movement founded on the same principles. I've defended Besson in the past--I'm an unapologetic admirer of Leon/The Professional and The Messenger (and Danny the Dog, which he produced, is a peerless statement on the relationship between Western and Asian action stars). But Lucy is reductive, sub-La femme Nikita effluvia that takes a premise niftily played-with in Ted Chiang's beyond-brilliant 1991 short story "Understand" and grinds it into a grey paste.

Lucy (Scarlett Johansson) is roped into being a surgical drug mule by evil South Korean-in-Taiwan Jang (Choi). Upon accidentally assimilating a huge batch of miracle smack, she turns into Neo--and Johnny Depp in Transcendence, and Akira, kind of (but in a mini-skirt), and the Lawnmower Woman. Transcendence's own Morgan Freeman appears (not kidding) to intone gravely that humans only use 10% of their brains but, like the 20%-using asshole dolphins, should we ever use more, we'd be able to control time and space. I know, I don't get it, either. Apparently, producing new neurons means becoming telekinetic, which makes the process of changing hair colour and creating invisible Sue Storm force-fields a cinch! 100%? Omniscience, bitch. There are Malick-ian time-warps wherein Lucy contemplates australopithene Lucy and does the Michelangelo finger-touch. There's a scene on an airplane where it seems like Lucy disintegrates, only to later wake up in a hospital. Bad trip, indeed, man--but it was better in Poltergeist. Did I mention the dinosaur? Dinosaur.

It's all nonsense married to a few gun battles that have no weight because Lucy is omnipotent, remember? Freeman's Professor Norman gets the lucky task of looking amazed a lot, and at the end, the film tries to do something in tribute to Metropolis that I don't understand what it was. It also casually demonizes the Koreans, though it has someone speaking Mandarin to them at some point, so... Lucy plays like the cinematic manifestation of two kids having a conversation about what they'd like to see in a movie starring Scarlett Johansson: "So she gets smarter and then she knows gun-fu and then she turns into an oil blob." It's not a requirement that stuff like this make sense, of course, but it'd be a quaint and lovely courtesy if it at least maintained some kind of internal logic. That said, I rather enjoyed the first 20 minutes of the benighted thing, and it's short at a breezy 88 minutes. Johansson continues to surprise by choosing roles that comment on her beauty through seeking ever-escalating notions of breaking through physical barriers. Lucy will ultimately find eternity, then, as a road-marker along the way to Johansson's personal actualization. She's the best thing in the movies right now. Even the shitty ones.

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