It's quite obvious that somebody at a studio was think about his\her new film and decided that it would be much easier if they could just magic up a new star rather than pay an existing one.
This must have been the thought that brought this utter crap of a film to our screens. A wafer thin concept on which was hung one of the worst movies ever. It was overly sentimental; it was full of poor technology and barely qualifies as a satire because frankly it would be an insult to satirist to consider it one.
Pacino spends the whole time running around looking dishevelled holding his head (probably wondering how he got there and what sort of damage this is going to do to his reputation). Somehow we are supposed to accept that people love this person that he has created (with half a hard disk and no computer knowledge whatsoever) so much that they ignore the quite obvious fact that she is not real. It's infuriatingly bad. Oh and naturally, the pre-pubescent teen daughter can recover the work of genius of whom it took years to create. With a couple of keystrokes. How do we know this? Because virtually every time we see here she is using a laptop. Oh of course! It's so obvious.
Jason Schwartzman was wasted. Rachael Richards (or Anna Green or whatever she is calling herself now) on the other hand, is perfect as S1m0ne a vacuous mannequin with no talent without somebody to operate her. Life imitating art can be so spooky.
This is a truly an awful movie and urge everybody to avoid this like the plague.
This must have been the thought that brought this utter crap of a film to our screens. A wafer thin concept on which was hung one of the worst movies ever. It was overly sentimental; it was full of poor technology and barely qualifies as a satire because frankly it would be an insult to satirist to consider it one.
Pacino spends the whole time running around looking dishevelled holding his head (probably wondering how he got there and what sort of damage this is going to do to his reputation). Somehow we are supposed to accept that people love this person that he has created (with half a hard disk and no computer knowledge whatsoever) so much that they ignore the quite obvious fact that she is not real. It's infuriatingly bad. Oh and naturally, the pre-pubescent teen daughter can recover the work of genius of whom it took years to create. With a couple of keystrokes. How do we know this? Because virtually every time we see here she is using a laptop. Oh of course! It's so obvious.
Jason Schwartzman was wasted. Rachael Richards (or Anna Green or whatever she is calling herself now) on the other hand, is perfect as S1m0ne a vacuous mannequin with no talent without somebody to operate her. Life imitating art can be so spooky.
This is a truly an awful movie and urge everybody to avoid this like the plague.