Creative Control

Creative Control ★★★½

The genius of Futurama was in how its pizza-delivery-guy hero, frozen for 1,000 years, stepped into a new millennium without missing a beat—still poor, still a lovelorn dork, still a delivery guy. People can change, the show allowed, but time and technology won’t do it for them. That can be a difficult lesson, and every new advancement only seems to make it harder.

Creative Control, a droll and deservingly self-satisfied new indie, is effectively a feature-length exploration into the root cause of that phenomenon. Unfolding like a live-action Ghost in the Shell as directed by a young Noah Baumbach, the film is set approximately six minutes from now—far enough into the future that every computer monitor is made out of clear glass, but still near enough to the present that no one can find reliable cellphone reception in New York City. Poised between the way we live now and the way we hope to live next, the film wends through a queasily familiar Brooklyn where everyone is waiting for tomorrow to make them better than they are today, and struggling to understand that simply showing up isn’t going to do the trick.


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