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Æon Flux




Why Aeon, your sunday chapel dress!



Summary: Charlize Theron takes down future armies using marbles and jumping prowess

Poor Peter Chung is upset. Responding in a recent online interview conducted by the livejournal community, The Monican Spies, he is quoted to have said "Watching {the adaptation of Aeon Flux} made me feel helpless, humiliated and sad." Oh Peter Chung : The sad frown, the shoulder-slump of dejection. Things aren't that bad! You're now a small part of a multi-million-dollar affair, along with likeable oscar winners, an acclaimed director and that guy from Hackers! The only way this film can do badly is through some sort of hilariously unimaginable reworking of the entire plot or, like, absurd studio tactics! Unfortunately, his is not a singular sentiment. Paramount, in fact, decided aginst pre-screening the film to an audience, withholding it from critics until wide-release under the pretense that a screener print was not ready. As an aside, this is the same line I use to sidestep dates, along with "I have to wash my hair" and "Look over there!" as I sprint away.

Unfortunately, while the series was celebrated as MTVs more experimental and successful ventures toward animated programming in the early nineties, the film adaptation was, in fact, a rollicking failure; eliminating all distinctive features of the original (explicit visual references to both Mobius and anime comics, ambiguous endings, non-linear plotlines, full-blown eroticism) and replacing them with some sort of bizarre amalgamation of The Matrix action sequences and visuals and a poor man's The Sixth Day philosophical dillema of:

Government Official: Damnit Joanne, I said decaf. You clones are useless

Joanne: Clones?!

Government Official: Hmm? No, no, I said uh phones. bones.

Everyone: /some sort of existential crisis involving kart-wheels and kicking

Scriptwriters Phil Hay and Matt Manfredi also decided against the recognisable cartoonish fluidity of having flat characters with no known motivation, an element that forgave any sense of ridiculousness by disposing of all realism in character. Instead they forced backstories, overcomplicating relationships by realigning the plot as good guys become bad guys, allies will decide to work against you and so on (in their defense, a few key details are left in: bizarro body modifications (poor quality picture, sorry), somewhat doomed love (slightly worse quality, also). In the adaptation's favour, the series was quitenlame, focussing much moreso on the Heavy Metal mannerisms of oddball violence and sexuality than the proper sci-fi cleverness that would be needed in order to lower the film's standing in comparison. Chung disagrees with this, stating that it was, in fact, meant to play as a mockery of American action films. That's what it was. Yes.





Oh Peter Chung. Please don't lie. I can only imagine that this was intended to be the most cryptic satire ever, because I genuinely see no signs of consciously comic sexuality that is not purely residue from being a cartoon involving leather-clad women who can be cloned. Technically, if this were in fact his intention it would make for a fairly interesting ten episodes that could balance both the coolness of breasts with wry and intelligent humour, sparking debates as well as multitudes of forums dedicated to morons who just don't get it, always fun. But none of this seems to be the case, so Peter, do shut up.

7 Suck out of 10