Frank Miller's latest bout of issues with women (not a single female character in this film who isn't some variation on 'whore') is more of the same, only less so: thanks to Sin City pt. 1, the collected works of Zack Snyder and, lor' help us, Miller's own The Spirit, this stylized "it looks just like the comic panel!" approach is no longer novel.
Still, there's a mostly good cast bringing to life Miller's daft neo-noir dialogue. A few roles…
It's said that humans only use 10% of their brains to fixate on one part of an otherwise highly enjoyable movie. Seriously though, Lucy is Besson being his usual gleefully demented self, wildly philosophising, science be damned, with a big silly Gallic grin, brilliant visuals, a couple of out-there telekinetic action beats and a mesmerising performance from Scarlett.