There is an odd cognitive dissonance at work between the obvious ingenuity dedicated to the film's visual details—alien anatomies, industrial machinery, technological minutiae—and the retarded intelligence quotient evident in its content.
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Why should this invasion of self-ratifying, trans-marketed mythopoeia—so electrifying and meaningful to so many—be so inarguably empty and inconsequential?
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posted by muckster at 8:16 AM on May 15, 2002