It
can be said that, outside of the Matrix, Keanu Reeves’ forays into the sci-fi
genre have all been disastrous, be it the critically panned remake of ‘The Day
the Earth Stood Still’ or commercial flops like ‘Johnny Mnemonic,’ ‘Chain
Reaction’ and the rotoscoped ‘A Scanner Darkly.’ Action/adventure has been somewhat gentler to
the “wooden” actor, as ‘John Wick,’ ‘Speed’ and ‘Point Break’ were among his
better and more successful movies. It is
therefore a bit surprising that his latest effort is the flat and lackluster sci-fi
flick ‘Replicas,’ about a man who cloned his wife and oldest daughter after
losing them in a car accident during a raging tropical storm.
So
why did I waste nearly two hours on this Razzie finalist which only managed 10
percent on Rotten Tomatoes and earned a measly $7.6 million on a $30 million
budget after two weeks of release and fading fast? Because I’m an AMC Stubs A-List member and allowed
an allotment of three movies a week, that’s why (after finally quitting my
MoviePass membership because they suck).
In ‘Replicas,’ Reeves portrays a brilliant research scientist (dude!) working
for an ethically dubious biomedical company to transplant the consciousness of
deceased soldiers into robotic bodies, presumably to weaponize them. After losing his family in the aforementioned
tragic accident, a despondent Reeves brought them back via cloning (except he
could only bring one of his daughters back because he didn’t have enough pods) behind
the backs of his overbearing employers, who managed to find out anyway and immediately
took action to terminate him and recover “their” property (i.e., his cloned
wife and daughter) back.
‘Replicas’
is one of those half-baked and ill-conceived movies that may have seemed like a
good idea during an alcohol-impaired pitch at a lunch break, but when finally
realized you’d slap your head with the heel of your palm and say: “What on
earth were we thinking?!” Better suited
for a straight-to-DVD movie or an episode of ‘Twilight Zone’ or ‘The Outer
Limits,’ it is simply bad to the point of being a self-parody with little
redeeming qualities whatsoever. It says
something about how bad it is when the best acting in the film arguably was
from Reeves himself.
Grade: F
Grade: F
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