You’ve seen this movie before: A disheveled man (Sam Rockwell) busts into a restaurant, threatening to blow up the joint unless a crew of people joins him. Like Groundhog Day, he’s been through this countless times before, and he immediately starts recounting otherwise unknowable details to convince the diner patrons. Like 12 Monkeys, he’s from the future — the timely twist in Good Luck, Have Fun, Don’t Die is that, rather than a world-ending virus, he needs help preventing a humanity-ending AI from being born.
Good Luck is more of a primal scream than a thoughtful articulation about where everything went wrong. There’s a bit of “old man yells at cloud”
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