Anon

The future is data. Facebook and the Cambridge hack packers know this already, or knew it before their collusion in identity sales went POOF!! and no one felt safe any more.

The location of this latest Clive Owen (the best James Bond who never was) movie is future-future, which means that everyone looks like they do now and, due to budget constraints, the streets are not full of aliens being chased by Will Smith, or cars that fly, only strangely empty and dark.

What is missing? Humour for a start and then comprehension which is a problem with modern thrillers anyway so nothing new there, and common sense which has been getting bad press, or no press at all, for years, and finally a reason for watching a manic depressive being techno teased by Amanda Seyfried in a black wig.

Everyone wears suits and has instant data hologramed above their heads so that when you meet someone you don't have to nip off to the loo and Google them on your smartphone because all the info you need is up there already. This gimmick says you are now in future-future where gizmos rule so get used to it, but you can't because it's so annoying.

"You ask a lot of questions."

"You don't answer them."

Is this 22nd century Raymond Chandler? People die unnecessarily, it's true, and Owen's character is a detective, called Sal not Philip.

"He was killed by a shooter who wasn't there."

Eh?

"In my mind she murdered herself."

OK! OK! This is future-future. The internet has been corrupted. Who can you trust? Truth is an old fashioned concept used in advertising. Fake is the now of the new.

"Everything is connected. Everything is vulnerable."

Exactly (whatever that means).

The Girl Who Has No Data is a hacker and she is dangerous because she can hack into you and create computer generated hallucinations. The detective is on her case. She is Seyfried who has sex with her bra on. She's wanted for murder. Or something. Certainly she is wanted by Owen whose character is being poisoned by the script.

In future-future those in charge think they control stuff as the rebel faction, the IT bandits, play mind hockey with their brains.

Sal doesn't say, "To hell with this, I'm coming with you."

She has other plans and gives the impression that she knows what's going on.

Really?

I'll have what she's having.