Wifelike

The end result plays out like a first-draft Black Mirror script hampered by plot inconsistencies.

If he's looking to make a point about the patriarchy, it's odd that the film is mostly seen from a male POV, and so much time is taken on the camera roving over women's near-naked bodies.

Bird proves he is a more than competent filmmaker&#59; let’s hope he can take that talent and actually do something of legitimate substance with it next time out.

For about ten minutes James Bird’s film crafts the right mold of satiric indifference in a misogynistic future, but soon gives itself over to generic action and none of the genuine debate of its more lauded sci-fi predecessors.

Johnathan Rhys Meyers and Elena Kampouris sizzle on screen with undeniable chemistry resulting in sheer fireworks, whether they are speaking or not.  However, their combined electricity isn't enough to make this slow burn film palatable.

[T]he movie doesn't seem certain what to do with its confused and mostly unnecessary metaphor.

A well produced and entertaining thriller with great performances that build a human/AI world where everything blurs between what is real and what isn’t.

Excitement isn’t valued by the helmer, who creates a flat, uneventful look at what initially seems like a promising idea for genre activity.