Sucker Punch is Zack Snyder's first break from adapting someone else's work, and either because he just wanted to go balls to the wall on his first auteur outing, or because he plainly needs the focus of pre-existing material, Sucker Punch is a glimpse into a hyperactive, overstimulated, geek-tunnel-vision mind. Which would be perfectly fine as a fun, disposable, style-over-substance action film. But for reasons surpassing comprehension, Snyder had to go and try to make it some feminist statement as well -- despite being woefully ill-equipped to do so -- and the result is an action movie that is not only derivative and juvenile, but an action movie that is a misguided failure on an intellectual level as well. Why do that to yourself, dude?
Limitless is that old morality tale of a man who gets everything he's ever wanted, only to find those things quickly turning on him until everything's gone to hell and he's face-down in a pool of Russian loan shark blood while thieves power-saw into his safe full of genius pills. Which sounds over-the-top -- and Limitless most definitely is, through and through -- but the movie revels so spectacularly in being mindless, well-crafted, moral-free fun that, like Crank before it (it's even frenetically shot like Crank is), it works on a visceral level, hitting all those pleasure centers of the brain that only watching Bradley Cooper beat the hell out of 12 guys at once (in a $10,000 custom suit, mind you) can.