Mickey 17
Such a nice Starship Troopers spiritual remake. It’s all there, but trades some satirical punches for a more uplifting message. Would you like to know more?
In a world, where a matter replicator bolted onto a memory transference machine are invented, mankind is colonising other planets, lead by a cult leader. Sounds like Ship A, Douglas Adams.
Our hero is not very bright, he says he has no skills. After being chased off-world by a mobster, he signs up for this colonising mission to another planet, but fills the paperwork wrong, volunteering to be constantly killed and reborn on the human duplicator.
This is actually a blessing in disguise, he finds a soulmate on the ship. His job is crap, the food is horrible, but it’s all roses.
Until he has an accident and contacts the native inhabitants, a kind of giant pill-bug/yak hybrid. He is presumed dead, so they bake a new copy of him. Apparently, the copies are not perfect, or it depends on his mood the day of the brain scan, Mickey 18 is aggressive and violent, not meek and submissive like Mickey 17.
This means he’s now a criminal, a Multiple, a moniker coined by an Patrick Bateman expy who cloned himself back on Earth. There’s another girl who really wanted to bang him, so she also finds out about it.
18 is so pissed at the leader, he goes full Thomas Crooks on him. It backfires, since the assassination attempt fails, and a baby bug is brutally killed. This prompts the rest of the hivemind to circle the wagons and threaten the humans. They demand their hostage baby be returned.
Trump being Trump, he first sends the the Expendable protagonist to smooth things over. He then goes himself, worried sick about looking good on TV, and 18 makes them both blow up. Crisis averted, the natives keep the peace with the invaders.
The ending ties everything with a big bow, but the soulmate’s political transformation is a bit too sudden, Kai should take her place in the final speech. There’s plenty of screams into Trump’s face, even.
This is a proper fascist Trump impression, focused less on the mannerisms as on the personality. Extremely thin skinned, focused exclusively on the media (a gaggle of camera trails his every move), his Goebbels is always by his side.
Not sure who chose the small touches, but Toni Colette has a lot of Democrat touches too. She’s no southern belle, as a more basic satire would focus on.
Mark Ruffalo sneaks in a double handjob cameo, as a treat.
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