With Trance, Danny Boyle finds an ideal vehicle to satisfy his impulses for the superficial. Targeting the Inception bucks, layers of fantasy allow the 127 Hours auteur to let loose his overcooked optical effects with the justification that what we’re seeing might turn out not to be real. A soundtrack littered with, yes, trance music compensates for a likely lack of excitement, but McAvoy is a solid presence – sneaking a grin toward the camera from time to time to acknowledge the silliness of the film’s maniacal plot. A good thing – if it took itself seriously it would fall apart, a loose string of ideas borrowed from better films by better filmmakers.
It’s an enjoyable flick but it won’t stay with you – unless you succumbed to the awfulness of Inception‘s ending, here cloned in the form of an iPad (which is fast becoming a motif in its presence alone, an icon of materialism reflecting a lack of real-world creativity). Better to stay at home with a copy of The Game.