Some folks invent the Surrogates, which are cyborgs initially created for military purposes but then get optioned out to the general public, which finds the movie poking fun at the current state of modern medical technology - you know lasic surgery was available over a decade before your next door opthamologist started marketing sports figures and phone call discounts to lure you in - and suddenly somebody important to the Surrogate technology is murdered when he's screwing some whore through his Surrogate - because, let's face it; nothing gets done until somebody White and important to something dies, but in the technological world of Surrogates, that is incapable of happening - meaning there's a brand new weapon on the loose.
So, the Die Hard guy and his blonde, cougar sidekick are in charge of solving the case, but during the whole ordeal, Hudson Hawk's Surrogate is badly damaged, so - God forbid - he actually has to experience life for himself, which is the message he spreads out to everyone else, including his wife whome he feels so disconnected to lately. Hmmmm; wonder why?
The fick is based off the graphic novel, which is a nice way of saying "comics for grown ups," and it wasn't even a graphic novel, it was a multi-part mini-series, but since it got collected into a trade paperback (tpb), it is now considered a graphic novel. Anywho, the whole paper strip thing was written by Robert Venditti, drawn by Brett Weldele, and the flick was made by who-gives-a-damn....RENT IT, and wait until it's, like, $.99 or something. I mean, I love THE BRUCE - LOVE THE BRUCE, but the entire message of the film had me squeezing my beverage more out of stress relief than for excitement because all this film did was remind me about how selfish, languid, and pathetic human beings can really be.
Gotta go; neighbor's bitching about a flaming arrow shot through his front door - not that I know anything about that or the crap he keeps dumping in the no-dump zone of the alley. Peace, and get laid - - soon.
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