Not Boring, But Extremely Superficial
The remnants of humanity, having survived a global catastrophe, lead a bland existence while awaiting their departure to the mythical Island.
Several thousand people live in an isolated bunker, waking up to a bell, dressing in uniforms, eating according to the results of analyses, and engaging in routine work that distracts them from any thoughts or desires. They are saved, with a journey to earthly paradise in the near future. All that remains is to wait for the lucky ticket and not burden their minds with unnecessary questions. “On Tuesdays, they always serve tofu for dinner. But who decided that everyone here loves tofu?” Lincoln Six Echo seems to be the only one occupied with questions. Curiosity, as is well known, leads to no good.
Get the answers, pack your bags, and welcome to reality. Trying to figure out who washes his clothes and “where the pipes lead,” Lincoln realizes that several thousand “survivors” are nothing more than victims of another American dream: to extend their lives, if not forever, then at least for a few decades. But big mac lovers, as a rule, are not eager to meet the cows. Wealthy “sponsors” don’t even suspect that their “insurance products” are capable of walking, talking, and thinking – albeit at the level of fifteen-year-olds. Starting as a glammed-up science pop, “The Island” very quickly turns into a chase-and-shoot action film with a morality as simple as can be – without halftones, subtexts, or nuances.
Aimed at Teenagers
Michael Bay was clearly targeting the same fifteen-year-olds. The symbol of the heroes’ acquaintance with reality here is a deep kiss and the desire to own a sports motorcycle. It would seem that nothing else could be expected from the creator of “Pearl Harbor” and “Transformers,” but in an age of “lack of ideas,” it is a pity to see how a potential “Matrix” turned into another tasteless surrogate.