The value of imagination - the real, human stuff AI could never hope to touch - has been put to the test with Gore Verbinski's Good Luck, Have Fun, Don't Die. It's ideologically flawed, structurally jumbled, and a little too enamoured of its dystopian predecessors (shades of Terminator and Edge of Tomorrow here). But it's also sort of wonderfully personal, cranky and spiked - like an affronted hedgehog trying repeatedly to ram your shin.
The resulting film is never anything but likable and fun though never actually disturbing in the way that it's surely supposed to be and the ending is fudged and anticlimactic. Yet there's plenty of enjoyment to be had. Wright accelerates to a sprint for some full-tilt chase sequences; there's a nice punk aesthetic with protest 'zines being produced by underground rebels; and Wright always delivers those sugar-rush pop slams on the soundtrack, including, of course, the Spencer Davis Group's Keep on Running.