Jennifer Jason Leigh (game designer extraordinaire) creates a virtual reality video game. Featuring Jude Law as a newb g*mer, and Willem Defoe as a gas attendant whose name is Gas. Fricking Gas.
To play Leigh's exciting new game you fondle a kitty shaped controller.
You also need to drill a port in your spine to connect. These ports look exactly like buttholes. Cronenberg of course can't resist directing Law and Leigh to lasciviously finger each other's ports whenever possible.
This gaming equipment was the only good part of the movie because it was at least grotesquely interesting. The rest of it was a staggering painful blend of horrifically insipid acting, dialogue, and story.
Conclusion: the average dramacel will like this movie. I fricking hated it, which means drama will love it.
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10-4 good buddy heard ya loud and clear, I'll get that concrete mix to you as soon as I'm done eating my early bird special at Denny's - oh, I didn't see you there, little millennial. Little millennial b-word. I used to buy crappy quality cowtools, shirts, and ladies perfumes at Sears and now you killennials have killed them.
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