This Netflix movie is a sham, a deceptive package. It pretends to be an interesting socio-critical study of the future in the science fiction genre, however it touches this subject in the first 15 minutes of the movie, then forgets about it. After that it frays into a dull thriller plot, which is poorly executed and rather boring.
The movie is superficial and never ever takes his intended theme seriously, it only exploits it, if even. Basically, it's about a future in which rich people buy the lifetime of poor people (sounds familiar? Justin Timberlake sends his regards "In Time"). Sadly enough, this interesting premise is quickly dropped completely. After all, you could be stepping on the toes of the Netflix shareholders, and you don't want to do that, right? Or even other californian tech-enterpreneurs, who are famous for financing startups that plan to extend human lifespan at an extreme costs (only accessible for the richest of the rich, of course), and are probably friends with Hastings & Co.
No, the rich and the famous time buyers are left untouched. Instead, the film leads into a really dull kidnapping story resulting in a chase, first over land, then over sea, then over land again, finally ending in a dark cold hotel somewhere deep in the Lithuanian forest, where the protagonists then mumble those typical German moral dialogues into their sad faces.
In the final act, the writers finally seem to have run out of ideas: there is a completely pointless shoot-out (action scenes for the trailer, as ordered by Netflix). This is followed by one or two plot twists from your standard guide for beginners in screenwriting, as can be found in your next Walmart store. Twists that have zero coherence with the characters.
The characters follow the plot, not the other way round; they are mere compliant slaves of the plot. How the makers of this mediocre work could actually believe that modern viewers would go along this kind of infantil mockery is a mystery to me.
To sum it up: does anyone remember those DVD/VHS covers of cheap B-Pictures from the 90s, with those funny collages of fiery explosions, muscular heroes with big guns and sexy long-legged girls in high heels? And then you watched the movie, and it was just low-budget garbage of guys with mustaches, fighting each other in stone pits or in the desert, C-grade actors running around to cheap music, with a plot that didn't make any sense? That's "paradise", just with a budget of 10 Million Dollars. A hollow package with a sugar coating.
Soulless entertainment for the low-income masses who can't afford a cinema ticket.
But hey Netflix, wake up: even they will be annoyed and feel ripped off, even they won't recommend their friends to buy a Netflix subscription after this. After all, you stole their lifetime! And they ain't getting it back, unlike the skinny woman in the movie.
When you bought that B-Picture VHS cassette seduced by the cover, your money was gone, the producers had it, said thank you and bought another red or black Chevy Corvette with it, to go for a ride with their pimp friends. That scam worked.
With the subscription system, it won't go down like that. Nobody ain't gonna subscribe nothing 'cos of some fake covers.
