The creative visual effects combined with Bradley Cooper’s voice over had me thinking a lot about David Fincher’s Fight Club .
Morra’s out-of-body experiences have hints of “Fight Club” and “Requiem for a Dream,” but Burger’s camera work never entirely matches the coolness of the idea or his star.
Limitless doesn't add up terribly well, but director Neil Burger (The Illusionist) plunges into the material at such a headlong pace and with sufficient adrenalized style (Fight Club being an obvious narrative and visual touchstone) as to propel this essentially trashy thriller and distract from the abundant loose ends.
The film is imitating not just the drug-rush look of David Fincher's "Fight Club," but some of its giddy cynicism.
Pallidly aping the opening pre-climax and jaundiced first-person narration of David Fincher’s zeitgeisty black comedy Fight Club , Leslie Dixon’s screenplay instead displays a satirical aptitude on a par with her biggest hit, Mrs. Doubtfire .
While Dixon was neglecting her duties, director Burger saw fit to distract us with fancy visuals and a Fight Club -style framing device.