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I've been doing a lot of flying lately and seeing a lot of films I wouldn't normally bother with. Including Next with Nicolas Cage.

So his character, let's call him Tooley, because he's a tool and I've forgotten his name, can see up to two minutes into the future. This means he can change his decisions based on this prior knowledge, and so he can win at blackjack, avoid apprehension by the fuzz, survive landslides and dodge bullets. But not, it seems, embezzle, steal, nail a job interview, get a root, or act.

Well, strictly, that second last one isn't true: he falls for a chick and manages to seduce her rather effectively inside about 18 hours, but then he has to use his skills to track down some terrorists with a nuclear bomb. Apparently all the other superheros were at their annual picnic that day.

This film would've been okay, I reckon, with an actor in the lead role. Perhaps the potted ficcus who narrowly missed the lead role in The Interpreter could have been given the part. Basically anyone or anything other than Mr Cage, Keanu Reeves or Kevin Kostner would have been less wooden and more interesting. But we are stuck with Mr Cage, a dress sense for Tooley that is so bad I'm actually commenting on wardrobe, and an ending that is seriously on a par with "and then I woke up." (On a par, not the same.)

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