Lucy

How could a movie that tries to feed the audience such outrageous theories attempt to look so serious? And what was Luc Besson smoking when he wrote this? Scarlett Johansson made my eyes happy, but my brain got the medieval treatment. (10/27/2014)

When you expect the female version of Taken and you get something between The Matrix, The Tree of Life, and Cloud Atlas, something is not right. The people behind this film let their imagination roam freely, the car scenes in Paris are VERY impressive, but that's where both the action and the overall script ends. The boldness is appreciated, and Scarlett Johansson tries her best, otherwise, it's a mess. (08/12/2014)

Lucy is a magnificent roller-coaster ride through the mind of a mad fantasist in which anything is possible. Besson has always been a wonderful storyteller, but it is time to realise that seriousness, rationality and reality are binding for any bard. For Besson, the turning point came with The Fifth Element, where he cast off the shackles and turned toward stories to which boundaries do not apply. Even though he has seemingly come back down to Earth in the past twenty years, he has always adhered to that liberating realisation that as long as the result is coherent in its logic, it is not necessary to limit oneself with rationality. Projects such as Taken are not momentary awakenings from the fever dream, but merely proof that he is able to tell “believable” tales when he is so inclined. But for the most part, he simply doesn’t want to do that, and it’s up to every viewer whether or not they will accept the game of an “unreliable” narrator (in world cinema, Tsui Hark is the only one with whom we can compare Besson). To wonder over Lucy’s absurd sci-fi new-age premise is like watching a roller coaster instead of strapping yourself into a seat and enjoying the ride. The fact that Besson doesn’t set aside this phantasmagoria for even a moment, but instead presents his narrative with a straight face and takes it to its internally logical conclusion is not a sign of madness, but of storytelling brilliance. It is necessary to add that the storyteller’s straight face does not in any way mean that he is telling a serious story. On the contrary, Lucy stands right at the edge of absorbing entertainment and camp, but never slides into it, and therein lies its distinctiveness. Besson never peeked at viewers, but only gazed at them with open eyes, in which it was so easy and delightful to drown. In the context of his work, Lucy is something like The Fifth Element 2.0, though it differs from the first version by inverting the initial elements and adjusting the narrative devices. Instead of the fate of all life, what is at stake here is the existence of a single being, which, however, is the universe itself. Instead of Willis’s cynical hero, behind which stumbles the personification of good, here we have a formulaic cop in the position of an appendage of the universe. And whereas part of the fun of The Fifth Element was built on breaking up space by using editing to turn the monologues of distant characters into dialogues, Lucy entertains by putting the power over space, time, people and matter, which was previously possessed only by filmmakers, in the hands of its heroine, as well as by interconnecting the plot with external narrative elements and hypertextual references. (05/20/2015)

Scarlett is hot but has absolutely nothing to work with, the story has potential but is mired in a horribly shoddy earnestness, and Besson does present some good visual ideas, but for today's mainstream this nutcase is simply unusable and uninteresting. To limit a world in which almost everything is allowed to a few anti-gravity shenanigans and the transformation of matter like something out of B-grade sci-fi from the 80s takes a great deal of filmmaker's pathology. (02/28/2017)

Revisiting Lucy after all these years, I found myself still enjoying it. Scarlett Johansson's presence on screen is never unwelcome. The story was simple yet engaging, with a good sense of pace and humor. Even though I have my own opinions on various scientific and pseudo-scientific concepts, when Morgan Freeman delivers them, I'm more than willing to suspend disbelief for a moment. The film was classic Besson: packed with action, Asian gangsters, and impressive special effects. The whole spectacle kept me entertained. What got me was how I could switch off my brain while watching a movie about maximizing brain capacity. / Lesson learned: If you have any say in it, never let anyone stitch anything inside your body. Not more than three cigarettes under the skin in case of a shipwreck. (06/27/2022)