It was writer/director Andrew Niccol's bad luck that his comedy about synthespians opened after Final Fantasy - - any thoughts that virtual actors might replace real talent were scuppered by that compu-bore.
Mind you, S1mOne is dull enough to fail on its own. It wants to be a satire on our fascination with the superficial. Instead, it's a flimsy idea stretched an hour too long, the clumsy narrative pulling the plug on its credibility.
Al Pacino is annoying as the arthouse helmer who creates S1mOne, though Catherine Keener and Winona Ryder provide a spark of life. And Rachel Roberts as the phantom heroine? Sadly, she's a good argument for synthespians...
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