This post is part of the 100 Days Project
Day 43
Tonight I saw Luc Besson's film Lucy and it made me wish that people who work in the entertainment industry had more of a clue about science and less of a penchant for re-treading cinematic cliches.  But I also acknowledge that what I found a bit overblown, other people may consider to be a highly sophisticated post-modern narrative.
Tropes currently counting their appearance fees include a 2001: A Space Odessy-esque reference to homind ancestors; yakusa-like thugs, cyber-punk and designer drug trafficking (with Taipei standing in for Tokyo); an admittedly new twist on the singularity; the transgressive woman as a witch; the blonde bombshell; the small-car car chase through Paris; transcendence; time-travel and the wisdom of Morgan Freeman.  There are no doubt more but these are the ones my partner and I were able to itemise without strain.
I'm left rolling my eyes but my partner loved it.  On a scale of Pacific Rim to Inception I'd rate it below The Fifth Element for laughs and South of 12 Monkeys for production design, vision and chutzpah.  The special effects are from ILM and they're flawless, as is Scarlett Johansson's performance, but I wasn't so fond of the material detailing what might happen if we were able to use more than 10% of our brain capacity.  The delivery was good, the PowerPoint deck outstanding in places (I speak in a professional capacity) but the concepts therein righteously beggared belief.  That said, if you, like me, are saddled with a partner who loves science fiction, this might not be a bad idea for date night.  Just saying.