Back to struggling with the Hares, though we should be into the final stretch. Well, we ought to have been into the final stretch a week ago, but … looks embarrassed, coughs and inspects his shoes … sorry.
So in the evening I allow myself a watch of Minority Report, Mr Spielberg’s science fiction thingy. The problem with it is that it combines a wholly straightforward structure with the appearance of far more subversive genres – the Ultraclean Distopia (a phrase of my own making: I’m thinking about films like Truffaut’s Fahrenheit 451, from which it seems that Spielberg borrows an aesthetic, or the original Solaris from which it seems to nick a final shot, in a way) and the conspiracy thriller.
There does seem to be a lot less of it in retrospect than there was when I was watching it.
Lots of odd little details, though. Like the fact that it seems to cram in a lot of details that would reassure the cineliterate that This is a Movie For Grown-ups without going to the unnecessary extreme of actually making a movie for Grown-ups.
Gattaca lifted the same aesthetic to far greater effect, I think.
Time successfully passed, so that aim was achieved, insofar as it can be described as an aim.