But the worst thing about Minority Report—worse than its wooden characters, color-by-numbers subplots, and the simple fact that it’s boring—is that its vision of the future has the exact preoccupations of the present moment. Ads are everywhere, and they include holographic, anthropomorphic weed leaves telling our hero that he should buy some edibles to help him relax. There are “selfie drones.” And, in perhaps the scariest piece of speculative fiction of the century thus far, the songs of Iggy Azalea are considered “oldies” and played on vinyl to indicate the futuristic network procedural version of a chill dinner-cooking environment.
But the worst thing about Minority Report—worse than its wooden characters, color-by-numbers subplots, and the simple fact that it’s boring—is that its vision of the future has the exact preoccupations of the present moment.
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