Tron Legacy, /trɒn/ /ˈlɛgəsi/,-n. An entirely predictable entry in the lexicon of pointless sequels. An absurd farrago of occasionally stylish visuals lacking all script coherence. A clichéd mess. A locus of wooden acting and uncanny valley. Loud.
On the upside, it was at least an air-conditioned theatre, and I rather liked the music. But it's a bit sad: the original Tron, while now wildly dated and itself no miracle of the scriptwriter's art, was at least interesting and groundbreaking and had something vaguely resembling an idea in its head. This didn't, other than the obvious one of "let's make lots of money."
Great, now I have the Pet Shop Boys on my brain. Sigh. I'm going to bed. Possibly in the bath. Filled with cold water. Cape Town continues hot, by which I mean aaargh.