Review – Strange Days

Strange days indeed. In the future world of 1999, a lively trade has sprung up in other people’s experiences, which can now be experienced directly thanks to a stupid looking doodad you stick on your head. Though the devices and recordings are illegal – as one might suspect for any “medium” so heavily devoted to porn – an underground trade naturally springs up. Enter our hero (Ralph Fiennes), a small-time hustler who gets caught up in a cover-up of murder, sex and a lot of other intrigue that should probably be more interesting than it is. If this had been director Kathryn Bigalow’s first big break, one could understand it being unevenly paced, over-long and otherwise rough around the edges. But by 1995 she’d already done Point Break and at least a couple of other feature-length pictures that are better than this one. Juliette Lewis is as hot in this as she’s ever likely to get, so if you number yourself among her fans you’ll want to add this to your queue. Otherwise … See if desperate