Ready Player One

Ready Player One ★★★

“Since most people spend most of their time in the Oasis, losing your shit means, well, losing your shit”

After unfortunately kind of hating the novel by Ernest Cline I was still somewhat optimistic in my hope that Steven Spielberg's experience would improve the story in a visual adaptation and that's luckily the case, kind of. Ready Player One is a marvel to behold; the visuals feel groundbreaking and the perfect kind of CGI-extravaganza is gracefully fitting for all the detailed references. It's a pumping kind of action, taking the best from your childhood adventures to create over two hours which flies by.

Then there's script. For all the visual wonder, did the film really have to sacrifice so much script for all that? No actor is really given time to shine outside of their graphics, Ben Mendehlson gets some time but he's stuck in a villain-stereotype. The film relies on the most basic familiarities to ground its visual action in, leading to the characters struggling to come to life in either dimension. Everything from the occasionally awkward dialogue to the unbearably predictable love-story exist just to bring us the things we expect rather than deepening the characters. Yet it’s a proof of Ready Player One's strength as a flowing stream of adventure that it works in spite of its thin script, with a swift pace made to stop you from thinking about the script — this is a joyride mostly balancing on the right side between wonderful nostalgia or just exploiting the memories for cheap entertainment.

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