What we have here is one of those up-to-the-minute attacks on Internet atrocities that stopped being up-to-the-minute the second co-writer Dave Eggers, on whose 2013 novel The Circle is based, finished the script and hit send. Fact trumps (I use the verb advisedly) fiction everywhere these days, especially with Congress giving Web providers a free hand to sell every little thing they know about us. What this movie needed was the satiric depth-charge of a Stanley Kubrick in his Dr. Strangelove period, a sort of How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb that Exploded My Privacy. Instead, the director leading the attack here is James Ponsoldt, a sure hand at character-driven pieces (Smashed, The Spectacular Now, The End of the Tour), but a novice at doing more than tsk-tsking in the face of digital Armageddon. Its a paranoid thriller without suspense, urgency or a single new thing to say.
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The story? Its basically Beauty (Emma Watson) versus the Beast (Tom Hanks), with zero chance of the former reforming the latter. Watson, her brow perpetually furrowed, plays Mae Holland, a wage slave who finds nirvana when she punches in at the Circle, a corporate entity run by sweet-talking tech guru Eamon Bailey, played Hanks at his most charmingly benign. Hanks and Eggers collaborated with similar lackluster results in last years A Hologram for the King; no one could doubt their good intentions, but the roads they keep taking us on still leads to movie hell.
Watson struggles to keep us in Maes corner. She has her suspicions that everything isnt all rainbows and stock options. Whats all the fuss when Bailey and his partner (Patton Oswalt in full sleaze mode) fret, nicely, that Mae isnt working on weekends? Or that their new employee isnt taking advantage of the companys program for children of MS sufferers (Maes father, played by the late, great Bill Paxton in his final film role, has the disease.) Other actors hover around Boyhoods Ellar Coltrane as Maes best friend and Star Wars hunk John Boyega as a mystery informant but dont amount to much. The supposed gasp moment is when Mae drinks the Kool Aid and agrees to wear a tiny dot of a camera that feeds her every action (bathroom breaks excepted) to a computer screen. Total transparency. Thats the golden calf for millennials.
Theres a theme being toyed with here, about how we the people are contributing to our own exploitation. But the reveal is as retro as the first smartphone. The Circle feels dull, dated and ripped from yesterdays headlines. It flatlines while youre watching it.
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