This is the worst movie I ever saw and I will never watch a movie again since I developed a phobia now. I don't wish to summarise any further but you may read my comment.

Rating: 1/10 (17 May 2006)

This is without the shadow of a doubt the worst film I ever saw. The dialogue was typically American and maudlin in the non-pleasant way; halfway through the movie the script-writer got catatonic and refused to write anything that even was remindful of decent sentencing with sensible content("He was my father, he was my mother, he was my lover, etc"). And mind you, it was not question of any poetic digressions, any dreamy, surreal language but simply a dim-out of the already dim-witted director.
The scenography was a joke. Without attempting to be self-ironic or tongue-in-cheek, this hideous screenplay presents a man, emerging from a burning house, arms raised à la He-man, grunting, and the accompanying phrase: "I didn't look into his face. He had no face...". This scene is, alas, not a unique faux pas of the cut-and-pasting procedure (as it would if this world was beautiful and good) but the dramatic acme of this prolonged visual anticlimax, as it echoed throughout the storyline. For example, poor Kiera Knightely (whom I expected only a little judgement from since American media has payed undue adulation to her splendid intelligence; I knew it was exaggerated but I could not imagine her being so utterly desperate as to partake in this pathetic calamity) emerges from a jolly chute into the rain. The raindrops are zoomed at as the camera endeavours to imitate the Matrix's visual technique of 'lingering and leaping' over images (however the director fails to realise that there is a whole ideology attached to that visual lingua, not only the shallow search after exciting effects). Then she opens her arms, embraces the rain and epitomises cheap renditions of 'real' emotion.
I understand that America has suffered. I understand that the transmutation of art into commerce is revolting and always has been - I did never expect it to be otherwise. But nonetheless, only because this worthless version of a presumably quite enjoyable comic, contains some overt elements indicating governmental conspiracy and corruption there is no need to cherish in it. Budding political conscience is most applausable, but we all know, at some level, that a plane did not make those buildings fall. You need not rely on distasteful and wannabe-kitsch (no, I did not know the concept existed, now I do, and the insight is torturous) productions in order to justify your believes.
The thing that is not disturbing aesthetically but ethically is the fact that the REVOLUTIONARIES ARE MORE UNIFORM THAN THE OPPRESSORS. As far as I am concerned, I shudder at the scene when innumerable masked citizen defiles across the streets; to me, it is an apparently fascist revolution. The idolatry of ONE visionary among sheep makes me want to puke because it consents to the society it wishes to overturn.