From the trailers I’ve seen, this film is a piece of entertainment which, while pretending to be about a love-story is, instead, a subliminal work of self-referential pop-psychology in which we see the entertainment-media technology-culture glorify itself through its very favorite vehicles: dazzling and sanitized images of war, the presentation of nature and of non-High-technology cultures as idealist utopia, and, therefore, imaginary, unreal and impossibly vain hopes.

As usual, proponents and apologists of the dominant High-technology culture, as represented in this film, are seen and heard to say, “I need your help,” even as they are engaged in the systematic and violent destruction of an alien culture. But, instead of recognizing ourselves and feeling real shame for what is an everyday aspect of modern society, the film invites us to simply objectify all that and reduce it to a simplistic morality play while the more subliminal messages soften up viewers—who’d adamantly protest their being so susceptible—to an ever-growing alienation from all that is genuine and life-affirming.

My poster-blurb for this film would run:

A techno-warrior-glorification entertainment masquerading as a love-story and intended to mollify, distort and manipulate what’s left of the critical faculties of an infantilized mass-entertainment culture.

The viewer probably watches this film (repeatedly), stuffing the coffers of a major film studio, and never suspects that it’s deeper irony is that it is he, the viewer, who is the object of a clever corporate act of dupery, and not the characters portrayed by actors, real or computer-generated, on the screen. This is Hollywood’s supreme specialty: subtly justifying itself and its attendant technology and the anti-social cultural forms which go with them while leaving the audience in a state of thumb-sucking satisfaction.