Lucy is a tedious, redundant, false advertised, highly overrated, unoriginal, horribly paced, superficial piece of derivative shit. It’s the kind of movie that offers deep messages in simplified, short burst for the morons that came to see an action movie starring Scarlett Johansson as Neo overdosed on the drug from Limitless, taking philosophical queues from Transcendence thinking the result will be 2001: A Space Odyssey.
It’s crushed by its own ambitions and falls short both as an action movie and as deeper, more insightful experience. The kind of movie that makes idiots walking out of the theater think they understood the universe in the same vein as they thought understanding the plot of Inception made them experts on quantum physics. It’s cheap philosophy for cretins.
And it’s not feminist. It’s about a woman that’s visually compared to a gazelle being hunted by cheetahs, incapable of doing shit about it until an outside, artificial factor makes her superior. She’s more like Cesar from Planet of the Apes in this sense. Take that as you will, but feminist it is not.
Long movie short, take your dumbass simplified Lucy versions of famous quotes about the Universe and human nature and shove it up your asses, read a fucking book.