Summertime, and lots of things are blowing up at the movies. The Island ranked as a decent entry in this genre, in that it at least passed Jeff’s Law of Internal Consistency, wherein once you get past the idea that the good guys have the ability to survive things that would pulp a normal human, the plot holes can only accommodate a small truck. It was also a kick to see Obi-Wan Kenobi and Neelix sharing the screen, sort of like watching Patriot Games a few weeks ago and enjoying the interplay between Han Solo, Mace Windu and Darth Vader.

Minor plot spoilers ahead, as if plot was the reason to see this movie.

The one thing about the spare parts of the future idea that bugged me: did anyone else notice that the only nonwhites who are interested in clones are football players? Apparently the future has no rich black people. Perhaps it would have been less noticeable if we had any time watching Michael Duncan Clarke interacting in the Brave New White World.

And does anyone really think you can suppress sex in an adult community of a few thousand people? Or would want to? Seems to me, you spike the food with birth control, socialize them like it’s the 1960s, and let them all go at it like bunnies.