Very stupid, strangely plodding story of a man suffering from possibly psychosomatic blindness who gets equipped with artificial sonar-based sight, which he then uses to catch a serial killer of sexy models. I mean I've seen worse "Black Mirror" episodes, and this also has a lot of leering, vaguely pervy shots of girls in slinky 80's fashion.
Reminds you of what this sort of thing can be with an actual director behind it instead of merely a gang of well-meaning producers. Johnson deploys a few basic narrative and visual tricks that haven't really popped up in a STAR WARS film before, along with his usual precise frames and tight technical craft, and a particular attention to emotional continuity. There's also a welcome preoccupation with collateral damage, both physical and psychic. One thing Johnson's films have never really…