The movie is rhythmless, shapeless, and, with the exception of a few shots, cheesy-looking.
Remember when paycheck-hungry actors were accused of phoning in a performance? Johnny Depp spins that for millennials in Transcendence by Skpying in his performance.
When it's all over, you will turn on your iPhone and ask Siri to find you a good restaurant for a bite to eat near the theater. And you will have learned nothing.
"Transcendence" is a moronic stew of competing impulses - bad science meets bad sociology meets bad theology ...
One of those "control technology or it will control you" sermons that nonetheless enlists the usual heap of technically advanced special effects.
Transcendence doesn't induce paranoia, wonder, or suspense. It's the most incurious film you could make about something as simultaneously preposterous and promising as Johnny Depp the Internet.
The script by first-time screenwriter Jack Paglen is so full of half-explained cyber-nonsense and wheezy, kneejerk man-vs.-technology clich�s, it borders on the ludicrous.
Moderately entertaining, periodically draggy.
The poster for the film begs for a counter-punch: printed over a gloomy close-up of Depp there is the warning, "Yesterday Dr. Will Caster Was Only Human." To which we might add, "And the Day Before Johnny Depp was an Actor."