Movie: The Final Cut

Our Rating: 2.50

Writer/director Omar Naim succumbs to most of the pitfalls of mediocre science fiction, inventing a "dehumanizing" technology that's patently preposterous and then prodding us into getting all flustered about it. The idea is that humans can have cameras implanted in their bodies from birth, leaving them with a massive video record when they die that can then be edited into this-was-your-life highlight reels by "cutters" like Alan Hakman (Robin Williams). Concerned about the moral and ethical implications of this arrangement? So are most of the characters, who debate the subject with painful earnestness. Something he sees in one of the clips puts Hakman on the trail of a key figure from his childhood – or perhaps Williams is merely searching for another actor who can give a halfway-decent line reading. It sure isn't Mira Sorvino, who's particularly shrill in the role of Hakman's sometime girlfriend. A great performance by Williams might have papered over the script's many holes, but he's on Garpian autopilot: Look down in feigned sheepishness, glance upward briefly, look down again. Repeat.