Next

Directed by Lee Tamahori with his customary flash and glitter, Next lives from one brilliantly executed chase sequence to the next, which is more than enough reason to stay the course.

Next bears some resemblance to another Dick adaptation, "Minority Report," about "pre-cogs" who can anticipate murders before they happen, but it doesn't really bother exploring the moral or emotional implications of Cage's power.

Ultimately, Next is just the next Nic Cage vehicle, another quirky story that allows him to do his patented neurotic balancing act in an askew world. The problem here is not just that Cage's shtick is wearing as thin as his hair; the role is a bad fit.

What starts out as a mildly diverting thriller blows itself to smithereens in the final reel.

Despite an outlandish premise, Next suffers from being too conventional.

This implausible action thriller also stars Julianne Moore as an FBI agent who sees Cage's two-bit Vegas act and decides he can single-handedly save the world.

As a thriller, Next goes a certain distance on Cage's sad-sack charm and sense of humor, but it does nothing with its intriguing premise, and it's mostly just one more tedious and progressively dumb collection of Hollywood action clichés.

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Apesar do filme ter uma trama boa, prendendo e nos deixando curiosos, falha em diversos aspectos, como as atuações, personagens, simplismo do roteiro, efeitos especiais - para a época, talvez não fosse medíocre. Até que ele tem um plot interessante, mas acaba de uma maneira tão brusca que faz de nada valer, fora alguns furos que não passam despercebidos.

the amazing frank cadillac.. Next Next is smart, gripping and fun even though it may lose track for a bit and disappoint you at some points but all in all it definitely is a one time watch.

[SPOILER ALERT: This review contains spoilers.]

Clear proof that not all Philip K. **** stories have the substance to fuel a feature film. Desperately short on creativity, Next takes a clever original concept (precognitive masquerades as a low-level Vegas magician) and spins it into a pulpy blob of action goop. Along the way, it sprinkles a roomful of to-the-letter FBI stereotypes, a painfully shoehorned love story and a weirdly under-explained cell of nuke-wielding French terrorists. Even the mindless action scenes are toothless, as Nic Cage's future-weary prophet sees every bullet coming before the gun's even drawn, basically playing the part of Neo without the presence of an Agent Smith to counter his best moves. Cage is his usual anti-charismatic self, old and burnt-out at a glance, but the real surprise isn't how low Cage sinks: it's how far Julianne Moore is willing to follow. Both actors imbue their roles with such a wooden lack of emotion that I wouldn't be surprised to learn the entire film was comprised of first takes. Dull, passionless and predictable, it's a futile waste of ninety minutes.