Total Recall (1990) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
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Recall is a good example of Arnold Schwarzenegger's personal film
genre of explosions and wisecracks, and includes some of the best of
both. Like Blade Runner, it was based on a story by Philip K
Dick.
(OK, if you want to know, or are studying for your trivia final, Blade Runner came from "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?", and Total Recall came from "We Can Remember it For You Wholesale") |
This film is possibly the
best of director Paul Verhoeven's Hollywood movies, and it made
everyone a lot of money.
Ah-nuld plays a guy who is trapped in an unromantic job in the later years of the 21st century, and he dreams of adding some spice to his life, so he goes to a place that does memory implants to get a virtual vacation on Mars. |
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A problem arises. It
seems that he starts to have memories of Mars before they have been
implanted. How can that be true? He's never been there. Thus starts a
long a twisted plot which is something like (but not exactly like)
this:
He was a CIA guy sympathetic to the Martian mutant rebels, who gave himself a new identity as a welder in order to hide from the evil industrialists on Mars. Or so he thinks for a while. Or maybe he was an evil industrialist who was reprogrammed to be a CIA guy posing as a welder, in order to infiltrate the Martian rebels. Because if he didn't really believe he was that, he couldn't fool the mutant psychics. Or so he thinks for a while. Or maybe he was planted there by the mutants years before, in order to infiltrate the industrialists. Or maybe he never left the chair he was in at the beginning of the movie, and everything was just part of the "secret agent Martian adventure" that we saw him buying. And so forth. Unearthing his real motivations, or for that matter his real identity, is the plotline. |
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That's a pretty cool story, if a tad
confusing. And it's supported by great F/X, plenty of imagination,
good action, and lots of comic relief. For a while, this was a
blockbuster formula for the big guy.
This film was the source of one his best quips: Sharon Stone: You wouldn't shoot me? I'm your wife Ah-nold (shooting her): considda dat a divawce |
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