It morphs into a fucking soda sales pitch at the end.
The audacity of executing so much wrong in such a short amount of time situates the movie in that rare area where it's only redeeming quality is that it has nary a one. And points out this fact at every conceivable opportunity.
And Ice Cube is fucking hilariously shite and the director (music video doucher Joe Kahn) barely hides his contempt for the man, giving him the worst fucking setting to EMOTE™ like it was the fucking Globe Theatre.
He's too good at retarded fare for something like that, and he should stick to what he's incredibly adept at: making shitty shit into polished shitty shit.
We'd probably end up with everyone entering cyberspace through a SlimJim dispenser.
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