There's nothing wrong with Paranoia that a stronger director, livelier leading actors and several hundred fewer narrative conveniences wouldn't cure.
This is a film at odds with itself, wanting to be a 99 percenter rallying cry but wallowing in and fetishizing 1 percenter accoutrement at every turn.
Paranoia, a ho-hum thriller about corporate spying in the high-tech world, comes off as a lot more preposterous than paranoid, and it takes no more than a few frames for the eye rolling to commence.
Corporate thrillers just aren't what they used to be.
In a movie about a new generation's hunger to topple the old guard, pretty boy Hemsworth is outclassed by his veteran costars, who get more mileage from baring their teeth than he does baring his chest.
The movie doesn't make a whole lot of sense and, when it does, it would be better off not doing so.
Fixates on the perils and panic of our modern surveillance culture while itself proving to be borderline unwatchable.
You watch it and, despite all the au courant techno geekery on display, you feel like you've stepped into a time capsule. It's a nice feeling at first. If only the movie were better.
You're not paranoid -- it really is bad.