It's not possible to spoil a steaming pile of excrement like this, but spoilers follow. You were warned!

Rating: 1/10 (26 January 2015)

Let's forget, for a moment, that this premise of this movie is so stupendously stupid that merely acknowledging it could permanently lower your cerebral capacity to 10% of normal.
Let's forget, that the premise was exacerbated by a so-called 'professor' spending twenty years determining, with no conceivable path to his conclusion, that specific abilities or boundless knowledge (knowledge, apparently, is something that comes with brain capacity - not actual consumption of information) arrive at key points in the mind-expanding process. Further, let's put aside the fact that this same professor, who admits his ramblings are just hypothesis ("based upon what observations", anyone with two brain cells to rub together would be obliged to ask), is stumped by the question of the specific nature of what superpower utilisation of 100% of your brain would gift you. Assigning arbitrary bullish*t to multiples of 10% can only go so far before even bullish*t can't keep up.
Finally, let's put aside the fact that a powerful gang boss with better things to worry about, commits suicide by cops (taking his entourage down with him) for no apparent reason.
What are we left with? A great, steaming pile of excrement less worthy of literary praise than the average extremist beheading video. Plot less, pointless, stupid, poorly written, and even discounting the offensively stupid premise, utterly lacking in intellect or a discernibly original idea for its entire duration.
I could write a list of its crimes, but as the bullet points would probably have to be indexed by the second for the most part, I have neither the time nor the patience to do so.
You remember when Total Recall came out, and there was that one friend (we all have) who claimed it was too difficult to understand because the plot was so complex? Imagine taking that friend and poking random sharp objects through his eye socket until his frontal lobe is porridge. When you've got him balanced on the edge of brain death and incapable of formulating a meaningful sentence, make him watch this movie. EVEN HE'LL THINK IT WAS STUPID!
I have never had to force myself to watch the closing minutes of a movie before, and then regretted the effort. Even Inglorious Barstewards only barely tops Lucy on my list of movies so stupid they're actually offensive, and that movie was actually TRYING to be offensive.
I set my expectations as low as they would go, and they just weren't low enough. I cringed every time Morgan Freeman appeared on-screen with the certain knowledge that when he opened his mouth, he would say something more stupid than the last time. It was the only manner in which the movie failed to disappoint - it continually exceeded my expectation of stupidity.
There is nothing redeemable about this movie. Nothing. It would be a more noble pursuit to dedicate your effort to developing a heroin or crack addiction than to entertain the notion of watching this movie (let alone to actually do so).
I feel more stupid just for having watched it.
I have made arrangements, at the time of my demise, for this movie to be played int he presence of my corpse in the hope that I might finally be capable of meeting it on an intellectual level. However, I still expect to find the writing and direction awful - every element stands apart from the premise as independently and undeniably poor.