Looper is a film you should go see without knowing anything about it. The more you know, the less surprised you’ll be and the less surprised you are the less you’ll be able to relate to those of us who walked out of the theater, stunned, moved, and mostly impressed that it was still possible to deliver those kinds of surprises these days.
There are so few of them, aren’t there? We are prepped way before a movie hits. Films are test screened, buzzed, reviewed, spoiled, marketed to death to such an extent, the spontaneous experience I had when I was a kid, for instance, does not exist anymore. Perhaps I might have already known about Looper if I’d gone to one of the many screenings I missed (#humblebrag). But as it happened, I missed them all and ended up buying a ticket (which I don’t mind doing because it adds to the overall box office take) to see Looper this past weekend. I really only went because all of my Twitter friends, Kris Tapley and Devin Faraci among them, kept urging their followers to go see Looper — but they did so mostly without explanation. It was at their urging that I forced myself to go.