Transcendence

Given its title, the least one might hope for The Dark Knight DoP Wally Pfister’s directorial debut is that it’s, you know, transcendent. Alas, this ham-pfisted cautionary tale remains stubbornly earthbound, even when Johnny Depp’s murdered scientist turned omnipotent computer uploads his personality to a human host so that his mournful widow (Rebecca Hall) can have a warm body to snuggle up with.

Laughably pretentious when it’s not being insufferably portentous, it’s a Christopher Nolan film with some of the trappings (Morgan Freeman, Cillian Murphy) but little of the intelligence, even of the artificial variety.