I am sorely tired of Sci Fi flicks that take the press’s latest scientific panty-wadding advance and try to turn it into a very pretty, post-apocalyptic, negative utopia. When said film then compounds the offense by stealing freely from the “spandex-clad, big pecs, big tits, big guns” school of movie-making you’re on your way to obscurity.
At least they remembered the eyelash thing. In truth, that’s the only thing I remember from the very peculiar animated shorts. I remember a lot of running, weird action close-ups and bizarre japanimated speed lines.
How to make a completely incomprehensible cartoon into a full-length flick: pack it chock full of thinly veiled allusions to “important issues of the day” and throw stylish haircuts at the main characters.