Andrés Paniagua Curiel (anselmo_b) wrote,
Andrés Paniagua Curiel


Limitless is one more of those pictures that have been made recently that are not about what they are supposed to be. Others in this category would be Inception and The Adjusment Bureau. I don’t need much of a reason to go to see a movie, but the fact that the premise of this one is related to my favourite Tom Disch novel's, Camp Concentration, did make it a bit more alluring. Limitless is about a guy who comes into possession of a hoard of pills which supposedly make you incredibly intelligent. But the story doesn’t go very far before you start wondering whether the most intelligent man in the world would really borrow money from an East European mafioso, or call the attention and the raging envy of the world upon him, or leave the source of his power at the wardrobe. Now, if you swallow that with a grain of salt and a bit of good will, the movie will entertain you. It is fast paced and fun, it has some nice visual effects consisting of travellings of apparently endless length (I guess we'll be seeing those in future pictures as they are adopted into the standard language of the screen) and some good action scenes. I suppose that the suspicion that humans waste a lot of their potential has been around since before the parable of the buried Talents. But where did the myth come from according to which we only use a very small percentage of our brains? I don't doubt, I mean I actually believe, that there is a lot we could do if we trained ourselves to improve our abilities, even things which we would usually consider to be impossible. But the myth in the particular form where it uses technical language and speaks of definite quantities, reeks of bad science gone mystical to me and I do wonder who invented it and when.

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