In the nonstarter Infinite there is plenty of expository voice-over regarding how talents can be beneficial or destructive but doesn’t really explain its main idea initial information is repeated verbatim.
This is a ‘soulful’ example of inanity in the sci-fi genre pumped up with explosiveness and CGI with a plethora of crashes and stunts. Mark Wahlberg appears to be sleepwalking in the role of Evan Michaels, a diagnosed schizophrenic.
When a transfer to get his daily meds (he produces lovely epees) goes awry he’s taken into the custody of the mysterious Theodore Murray (a bald-pated, hamming Chiwetel Ejiofor of Inside Man).
In a screenplay that amplifies little effort is very worthwhile Tammy McCauley (Sophie Cookson) is Evan’s ‘Trinity’ in a way that his type of being can recall earlier incarnations and utilize skills learned in them. Murray is on the other end of the spectrum out to finish his ‘cycle’ and everyone else with a DNA bomb, the egg.
Thus, the half-baked, state nature of what might be construed as The Matrix by way of Jumper is doomed by a rote, rudimentary quality that embarrasses Wahlberg along with lines of his starring turn in the meaningless, dreary Max Payne. yet, Evan has within him the chance to wipe out or preserve humanity if only his memory properly registers.
Director Antoine Fuqua should have known better than to take on this type of porous material drawn from a 2009 novel with a result Matrix on a par with his “King Arthur” Eve, with the technical contributions passable on the sound and visual effects end Infinite needed more of a tune-up than even Christopher Nolan did to ramp up Tenet to make it more than barely intelligible. Even for him.