Although Spielberg's latest effort, Minority Report, is admittedly one of his more emotionally sterile productions, it is not unlike last year's A.I. in that it features a fascinating, futuristic concept (based on the short story by Philip K. Dick, first published in Fantastic Universe magazine in 1956), with just enough of the human touch to make it emotionally accessible to the audience.
It’s got the thinky, soul-searching stuff of his recent films — like the unjustly unappreciated A.I. — combined with the gee-whiz popcorn fun of the Indy movies and the dinosaur flicks.
I refer to that Stanley Kubrick classic for a reason: Minority Report, despite some eleventh-hour lapses and rhetorical flab, is the movie A.I. should have been.
After last summer's bummer, A.I. -- with which Minority Report shares a handful of themes and ideas, chief among them the way a husband and wife deal with the disappearance of a child -- Minority Report feels almost like a relief, a huge sigh expelled after the director shook the heavy ghost of Stanley Kubrick off his back.
Stanley Kubrick may have gotten his revenge on Steven Spielberg with A.I., but he pays him back in Minority Report.
These concerns have been updated by screenwriters Scott Frank (Out of Sight) and Jon Cohen, and reshaped by Spielberg, whose anxieties about the future inhumanity received a more strained treatment in A.I. Still, the concerns are drawn from Dick's, and include privacy, surveillance, human rights (and/as property), addictions and obsessions, child abuse, political intrigue and purpose, and legal definitions of criminality.