The value of imagination – the real, human stuff AI could never hope to touch – has been put to the test with Gore Verbinski’s Good Luck, Have Fun, Don’t Die. It’s ideologically flawed, structurally jumbled, and a little too enamoured of its dystopian predecessors (shades of Terminator and Edge of Tomorrow here). But it’s also sort of wonderfully personal, cranky and spiked – like an affronted hedgehog trying repeatedly to ram your shin.
A cat-adjacent monster appears at one point, and its design is so silly and aggressively uncool that I found myself feeling warmly affectionate towards it. Filmmaking is so hyperconscious now. Good Luck, Have Fun, Don’t Die is a throwback to when mainstream artists would dare to throw a few ideas at the wall and see what sticks.
