Rascals

I've already said that I like the rascals of literature. I also like them in film. There's one that I've followed since I first saw his rascally smirk on a TV series called Moonlighting.

I got to see it again today when we went to see his new movie, Surrogates. The young guy behind the popcorn counter told me the movie had been previewed the previous evening. Apparently the older folks liked it, the younger ones not so much.

After watching it I can sort of understand why. It's essentially about robots who go to work while their owners control them from home. The controllers lie around on Barcaloungers in their pajamas eating ice cream while the robots face the drudgery of life. The robots are all young, beautiful and nearly indestructible, in a superman kind of way. The controllers are old, warty and have hair growing from places you don't want to know about. Older folks can relate.

The younger folks are already young, beautiful and indestructible so they don't get the movie premise of wanting a surrogate. My Support Staff suggests it strikes a little too close to home for them. They are the ones sitting at home in the Barcalounger, eating ice cream, playing on their computers pretending to have a life.

There was plenty of action; car crashes and buildings blowing up. Some violence too, though most of the blood was robot and green. Motor oil no doubt. Not a great movie, but entertaining. I liked it.

As far as I'm concerned, the rascal still has it.

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