One of the most ethically dishonest magic tricks Hollywood has ever pulled out. Funny that a couple months ago. I almost totally forgot that this movie existed and that the goofball 9/11 prep-Americana of shit like Collateral Damage, True Lies & John McTiernan's fleeting dream view of Black street life in Last Action Hero were the most ignorant pits of pus ever tied to Schwarzenegger's screen iconography...no, it had to be the insipidly square, overly-appropriated, overly-gatekept vision of chemical alteration on the sexes made in a luxurious era of post-Reagan crony capitalism. That just had to be the most pathetically pandering of them all, always trying to elicit worthless consumerist feelings. Looking at what love has done never felt as impersonal as an Ivan Reitman montage (somehow overlooked by 2 editors!) pretending to shock the "heteronormative" world with banal images of Arnold failing to fit into the average-ness of a 1990s female community quilt, when it's never shocking because it's just a larger-than-life elitist in frumpy make-up barely making an effort to try deeply evocative acting, pretending to still be part of a binary ideal while mumbling through his own disingenuous transition (its as laughably fraudulent as all those times he played American working men). Occasionally, that Schwarzenegger charm comes through, but he's overall directed in very flat monotone ways. Scientific advancements are discovered far ahead of what people comprehend through the daily news, but this film presumes that its high-concept couldn't have had a more interesting world-build around it that breaks thin perceptions of normalcy down to the smallest vaguest smidgets felt through simplified journos, whether based on some semblance of provable fact or a grounded surrealist-absurdist fantasia. So it's 2 hours of babbling sentimental reflexes that muddles and disgraces the wild uncertainty of status, science, surrealism, screwball & romantic affection along with it. The establishment's obsession with gender transformation never gets the wicked dissection it deserves, as it leans more and more on typical condescension to a spoiled audience.