Ghost in the Shell ★★★½

Not quite Ridley Scott. Not quite James Cameron. Not quite alive. Still, the movie kills, thanks to it's slavish devotion to the 1989 manga, which has in the intervening years been stolen and abused by everyone, including the above auteurs. It's almost as if the original source has been placed into a beautiful, shiny, new body; the ghost of which now feels like an afterimage of what may or may not have been a memory. Nothing original anymore, but nostalgic none the less.