An epically shameless nonsense

Rating: 2/10 (25 November 2014)

What if i told you, in a subtle but persuasive manner, that if you had a third leg you could shoot it like a blaster? Or that if you stuck your finger deep inside your nose you'd produce a quantum fluctuation? Or that squishing your feces would allow you to time travel? Well, i tell you what: if i'm lucky, you'd just beat the sh!t out of me, and if i'm not - you'd deliver me to the mental clinic and tell them to never let me out because i'm a freaking lunatic. And guess what: you'd be totally right!
The problem is, this movie essentially does to you the same as what i described before, but honestly and even naively expects you to take it for granted as some sublime wisdom and enlightening experience. To do that, it uses three components it considers omnipotent: Morgan Freeman as "deep", Scarlett Johansson as "sexy" and lots of random CGI as "cool". Well, and some shoot-outs and car chases as a cherry on top.
The fact is, even though these components seem to mesmerize some of the people to make them believe there's some deep essence in this film, they are surely not omnipotent. Because they definitely fail to transform this utter piece of crap into anything decent.
The only way to believe that Luc Besson's not completely insane is to assume that 'Lucy' is his way to say "f@ck you" to the viewers and to make them pay for it afterwards. And if it's true then one can only wonder how much of the brain capacity that grateful audience actually utilizes.