Second problem: His character lives down to his name.
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Our hero also has a problem: he’s called Cypher, which in its alternate spelling of Cipher means either cryptographic code or arithmetical zero. (READ: Corliss’s review of the Will Smith I Am Legend) Here, his gift is “ghosting” - overcoming his fear to make him undetectable to a species of blind monster known as Ursa. Like the solitary man he played in the 2007 I Am Legend, which was set in the near future (2012) that is now the past, Smith is a natural warrior with supreme survival skills. Smith plays a superstud space commander a thousand years from now, when Earthlings have decamped to the distant planet Nova Prime. The movie makes Oblivion seem as jolly a romp as Spaceballs, and gives neither Shyamalan nor Smith much to smile about. of end credits), After Earth may lack the neck-swiveling awfulness of Shyamalan’s The Last Airbender, but it quickly sinks in its logorrheic solemnity. Running, or stumbling, only 90 minutes (plus about 10 mins. This time Shyamalan is working from a story by Smith and a script by Gary Whitta, whose The Book of Eli managed to put the top-spin in dystopia. Night Shyamalan, who hasn’t made a terrific movie since The Sixth Sense and Unbreakable, back in the last millennium. In just his second picture (following Men in Black 3) since 2008, Smith teams with fellow Philadelphian M.
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The onetime Top Gun can’t crack that larkish smile the erstwhile Fresh Prince has gone stern and stale. The bleak, anodyne tone of futurist movies is especially disappointing when their stars are guys who made their reps decades ago as blithe charmers with mile-wide grins - Tom Cruise in the recent Oblivion, or Will Smith in this weekend’s example of mopey dystopia, After Earth. But movies should squeeze a little juice out of this pulp, find verve and fun in our limping race to elude mortality. Follow does the future in some sci-fi films have to be so damned dystopian? Granted, life is a vale of tears, a myopic eyeblink between the cradle and the grave, while grim death gargles at you from every corner.
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