This budget Italian Sci-fi thriller with the thought-provoking concept, from what I have read, apparently failed to win the critic's praise.
Anyway -
The character Christpher Lambert was playing was the game designer, Jimi, whose latest game was about to be released shortly, which became infected by virus.
The virus, however brought one of the characters, Solo, the awareness that something in his life was strange. Every moment felt as if it happened before. He had the deja-vu. He listened to the voice in his brain, which really was the instructions from Jimi. Solo was ordered to pick up the piece of paper, read it, and call the number on it -
But Solo refused to do it, because he knew what was coming next. He'd call the number, a dark-long-haired chick with her lips painted dark scarlet would answer the call, and a guy with a shotgun would pop out of nowhere and kill Solo. He was fed up with repeating the same scenes.
It's your life. You can do whatever you want to do as long as you take responsibility of your actions and accept the consequences. People say.
But there's always something that you cannot control. Fate.
Think for sec, we'd never be 100% sure whether our life is our own. Our life might be pre-determined, or designed by someone else - like, GOD.
We'd tune into our inner voice (or who the hell knows, it could be the voice of God, eh?) and try to do the right thing.
If someone designed our lives and is manipulating us, would we know it? If we do, it must feel like a schizophrenic's nightmare.
Our life also is full of repetition, we often make the same mistakes, sometimes we'd experience the sense of deja-vu that we've already come across with certain things or persons before, and cannot remember where or when.
Then suddenly - hypothetically speaking, this someone who pre-designed our lives appears and says,
"You're just a character in my game."(Ouch!)
'Oh, Jimi...you can't do this to me. Get me out of here. Put an end to my misery.'
The character Solo laments.
In reality I don't think we can feel anything for characters in a game - they are not real, and they don't look real, not like in this film where they look like humans.
Everything in the game, looks and feels real, although undoubtedly bizarre. As a result, you can't help but feel sorry for Solo, because you know the feeling - feeling lost - or worse.
What if we didn't really exist, if our whole existence were an illusion?
That's a big IF.
Fortunately, we do exist. But coming to think of illusion, I guess, our life is full of it.
There are ideas which I used to think were my own, but then later realized that they were imposed upon by, say, my family, school teachers, media, so on and so forth. There were things that I believed to be true unconditionally before leaving my country, which turned out, aren't necessarily true.
We are conditioned to believe certain things depending on where we live or what kind of background we have. Once you're out of the certain system, or society, you may begin to wonder if part of what you used to believe in were only an illusion, or deception. That's maybe when we realize that we are characters in someone's game. Although not entirely, like Solo's, some parts of our life probably are manipulated and designed by some one or something.
Some people's life, maybe dominated by playing games on someone else, or being part of someone else's game. And some of us try hard not to participate in the game.
Jimi's life had been dominated by his games before the character Solo confronted him. He was the designer, the creator and the manipulator of the characters including Solo, and at the same time perhaps, in a way, was controlled by his own game. ;..(
Illusion or not, our life ends when the time comes. And when the time comes, every memory stored in our mind would fade out and be gone.
The only way to reach inner peace, while we're alive, maybe is to free our mind, so that no one could play games on us.
Um, I should do some meditation this evening, then.
Well, it was one deliciously convoluted film to me, that "Nirvana" - sort of like this better than The Matrix now.
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