I want my 110 minutes refunded

Rating: 4/10 (26 January 2012)

Plot holes galore, retro-futuristic styling that went half way and stopped (or was stopped by the budget). Lots and lots of pretty people.
It could have been a half decent SciFi flick to keep the genre addicts happy EXCEPT every 5 minutes or so this movie takes out its soapbox and proceeds to hammer and drone its dystopian philosophy. They have time and others don't. Some have to scrape by and scramble for minutes and hours, inexorably driven to self-destructive behavior. Others live a life of leisure betting $10000, pardon me, 10000 minutes at a whim. Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to endless night. You get the picture. Also, the entire system is rigged and that's when things get even messier.
Turns out all that soapboxing is actually an attempt at making Engels' Dialectics for Really Dumb Dummies. Something that he and Marx would have cooked up if they had $40 million and a lobotomy.
Apparent from the content (and the press kits) is that the movie was meant to coincide with OWS movement. I can certainly believe that because the moving spirit suffusing this brainfart is the sheer terror at having to become a self-supporting adult at the gentle age of 25. Oh, the horror, oh the humanity!!