Sal Frieland (Clive Owen) strolls down a city street, the anonymous faces in the crowds streaming past him instantly tagged with pop-up IDs. Frieland’s a cop in a future where every brain is connected to a central server, his hardwired Google Glass eyeballs giving him access not just to individuals’ data but everything they’ve seen and heard, all of it recorded for posterity and occasionally self-incrimination. Then, he’s called to a murder scene and finds the mind of the victim has been hacked––the culprit gone without leaving a digital footprint of any kind. Is this ghost in the machine a serial killer, an assassin, or something else?
“Red Riding Hood” (Warner)
Not your grandmother’s fairy tale, this mix of fable and werewolf film tries to get the blood flowing in the new brand of horror-fantasy-romance that the “Twilight” films are so busy draining the life from.
Director Catherine Hardwicke, in fact, directed the first (and the best) of the Twilight films before “creative differences” brought a parting of the ways. So she went a little more feral for this story, which is less shy about churning up sex and lust and feral drives, though it does keep it down to a PG-13 level. And while it seems to have plenty going for it, from a ripe Amanda Seyfried in the lead under the scarlet hood to Gary Oldman as a piously dangerous Inquisition priest who doesn’t mind torturing a few villagers to rid the place of the supernatural wolf preying upon its inhabitants, this gorgeously-mounted production fails to rouse the primitive ferocity of the primal beauty and the beast tale.