It was strange, then, to find comfort in the film’s message, which was very ambitious.
In X-men like fashion, it had something to say about evolution and mutations. But what I was surprised at was that it actually tackled – and I should say succeeded – in handling something that more somber and philosophical thinking movies set out as their main premise.
Simply put: Lucy showed in no way clearer that there was no actual Excalibur-like symbol that lay ahead life’s quest for meaning.
When light passes through our understanding as through a perfect prism, we understand life (read: matter’s journey through time) simply is. When unencumbered by obstacles, there is really nothing to do but be.
I must admit that I didn’t expect consolation/affirmation from what seemed on the surface an action-packed movie.