Next Movie Please

My sister and I watched Next last Sunday. I have no idea what sort of movie it was except it stars Nicholas Cage, Jessica Biel and Julianne Moore. I found out that it was based on Phillip K. Dick's "The Golden Man" novel. I love Dick's books and the fact that despite being named after the male genitalia, he did not consider getting a pseudo-name. It turns out that the movie was nothing like the novel except that similar to the mutated golden man, Nicholas' character can see two minutes into the future. I had a hard time concentrating on what was happening in the movie as I was distracted with Nicholas Cage's appearance. He looks like one of those older American servicemen you often see in the mall with hot Filipina girls. If I was as hot as Jessica Biel, there is no way I would go out with a magician who looks like an ex-convict. FBI agent Julianne Moore chased Cage's character so he could help them locate a nuclear bomb to be planted by some impeccably dressed Eastern Europeans. No reason was given why they wanted to detonate a bomb, perhaps they were unhappy with being always cast as terrorists in movies.

After leaving the cinema I realized that in most days I can see two minutes into the future. On a regular work day, I know that two minutes later I would still be staring at a computer screen and pretending to be working. On weekends, I know that two minutes later I will not meet any interesting guy who would make me laugh. While watching the movie, I knew that two minutes later I would still wonder what I am doing there.