was made by retards, the kind who think they know science without
ever doing all that unpleasant reading and studying that real
scientists bother with. What a fatheaded, boring-ass, unpleasant
load of bad science posing as entertainment.
I'm no scientist,
although I once had the crap beat out of me by two at the Rocky
Flats Tavern. Let's just say I learned you don't make fission
jokes unless you know what you're talking about. I'm not even
scientifically minded outside of an ongoing fascination with how
Budweiser gets all those tiny bubbles into bottles. But even with
my limited technical skills, I can smell the bullshit pseudoscience
of lazy Hollywood grassfuckers like a monitor lizard smelling
carrion. These little shits like the idea of "science" as long
as it can be turned into a high-concept script pitch. The details,
facts and common sense, however, just get in the way of the easy
story, so they make it up as they go and figure we're too stupid
to know it.
Effect is a term for a simplified explanation of Chaos Theory.
That is, the idea that it is possible to get completely random
results from normal equations with only tiny changes in the initial
values. Minor fluctuations in input can produce random and wild
differences in the output. A butterfly flapping its wings on one
side of the world may disturb the air enough to cause ripples
that, by the time they reach the other side of the world, cause--or
the movie gets its title. It's worth noting, however, that this
piece of llama crap understands Chaos Theory as well as Alanis
Morisette understands "ironic". Lazy ignoramuses, all of them.
Butterfly Effect is a lame-brained time-travel flick ripped
off from Ray Bradbury, H.G. Wells and some really shitty Christopher
Reeves's movie whose name escapes me. In fact, the Simpsons
already did a more accurate and intentionally funnier version
of this story, and it took about eight minutes. All the horseshit
about Chaos Theory is just a thick layer of crap smeared all over
the story to make it look like someone came up with a new idea.
freshman (Ashton Kutcher) discovers he can go back in time, and
does so to change the future for his miserable childhood chums.
The changes in input are not minor; he makes enormous changes
in the past. The impacts aren't enormous or random; the only people
affected are Kutcher and the friends directly involved, and exactly
the way you'd expect. So much for those poor fucking butterflies.
During a tedious,
overlong flashback of the main characters as children, we learn
that each suffers from problems described with the subtlety only
a man who may or may not have skimmed the introductory paragraph
of his junior college psych text book could muster. Pedophilia
and bullies are handled in an after-school special kind of way,
where one heartfelt speech straightens out the bad guys for life.
Kutcher's character conveniently blacks out every time something
terrible happens. That way he can remember it as an adult, and
then go back and try to change it.
The only imaginative
thing the script came up with is Kutcher as a genius college freshman,
living in the dorms and studying psychology. First, the guy looks
just a little older than a freshman; he has clear skin and can
grow facial hair. Second, he's a fucking monosyllabic Neanderthal.
Has grade inflation gotten this bad? The most intelligent thing
he says is something about how he's studying the memories of worms
to learn about humans. The screenwriter cuts it off there before
he had to actually had to learn something to know what to say
In the present,
Kutcher recollects what he lacked out as a child, and then, in
a leap of logic about as successful as Evel Knievel's Snake River
attempt, he discovers he can travel through time to change the
past. If Kutcher's a college genius, I'm the Pope of England.
Look at me, I've got a funny hat! If he's so fucking smart, why
can't he figure out what every audience member, including the
crying baby in the row behind me, can. Mainly, that going back
in time to change the future is a really bad idea. He ignores
common sense, goes back, makes annoying speeches to pedophiles
and tells little girls they're beautiful and asks a bully not
to kill his dog. Each change he makes creates a different and
expected future, but only for the people directly involved.
back a number of times, exactly enough times to pad out a weak
story to feature length. Each time he travels, he returns to a
worse present. The most annoying instance is the time he returns
to find he's lost his arms but everyone else is better off. The
big fucking crybaby can't handle it. Hey, Kutcher, I like to whack
off too, but it ain't that important. Let it go.
The main problem
with Butterfly Effect is it has no tension. He does this
little time travel trick, but the stakes are never raised. Each
trip into the past is a vignette. I got the sense he could keep
doing this shit into eternity, and the ending is just an arbitrary
point where the writer, director and studio said, "Okay, that's
probably enough." It would have helped if the characters portrayed
were interesting enough to give a rat's ass about. But mostly,
they are only as fleshed out as the minimum the story needs.
In a pretentious
attempt at being profound, Butterfly Effect confuses being
grim and depressing with being important. While it never tries
to be original, it tries really fucking hard to be violent and
dirty. I don't mean dirty in the luscious Candy Bottoms way. I
mean dirty like covered in shit. It doesn't make the story more
profound, but it sure as hell makes it unpleasant to watch. I
think it's all the more unpleasant because the pedophiles, junkies,
Goths and bullies don't even look real. They look like bad Hollywood
impressions of them. You know, the kind of interpretation that
comes from watching too many movies on Lifetime Channel.
is the kind that crappy actors with bad management will take.
They think that because they get to dress up in costumes, play
junkies, armless guys and pretend to be miserable that it must
be the meaty sort of shit that helps you "stretch." Only problem
is that while Kutcher and his co-star Amy Smart get to play lots
of roles, they all suck. Besides, Kutcher is a horrible actor.
Maybe he knows it's a shitty movie and that's why he acts like
a guy caught on a date with his fat first cousin by his friends.
He averts his eyes and mumbles like he's making up excuses. Smart,
as Kutcher's lost love who suddenly becomes important to him again,
matches him shitty scene for shitty scene. She's got the range
of a leafblower, either pumping out hot air or sucking.
This is bad
shit. Only Hollywood thinks bad science coupled with bad acting
is improved when it's rolled in dirt and shit. One Finger
for Butterfly Effect.
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