Alternate titles for Synchronicity:
People Riding in Elevators
A Virtual Tour of Modern Architecture
How Not to Write Dialogue
Seriously, I wanted to love this movie. The trailer looked promising. Influenced by Blade Runner and maybe a few other 80s genre films? You're speaking my language. Michael Ironside? OK, I'm in.
Unfortunately, Synchronicity manages to stomp all over the fine line separating homage and mimicry within the first 15 minutes. It's like Blade Runner, Alphaville, and Cypher were having a neighborhood yard sale and the producers of Synchronicity wandered up after all the really good stuff was already gone and got their cinematography, lighting, set design, and faux-Vangelis soundtrack at rockbottom prices they just couldn't resist. (The plot was bought at a deep discount from Primer, 12 Monkeys, and Donnie Darko across the street.) And dialogue? The last time I heard characters sound this wooden and awkward, I was watching a Star Wars prequel movie. Jebus. You don't honor the movies you love by slicing off elements of them, throwing them in a blender, and purreeing the crap out of them until it all resembles a kind of colorless, flavorless gruel.
I wanted to love this movie. And there are parts of it that are undeniably lovable. Unfortunately, those parts already belong to other, better movies. Give them back, Synchronicity.