Jonathan Mostow directed the film, his first feature film since Terminator 3. He proves once again that he can direct good action. What I am not convinced is if he can helm a film with more than surface intelligence. That probably has more to do with the writers who, in this case, seem to shy away from the thought provoking side of the coin. In this case, the writers are John Brancato and Michael D. Ferris working from a graphic novel by Robert Venditti and Brett Weldele.
I did like how they handled the surrogates, mostly. I liked the creepy, waxy look that they had, real but not quite, coupled with their slightly wooden movements. However, when they spoke, it was like the users lost a good portion of their intelligence, or that could just be a bad screenplay. It was weird, some of the supposedly intelligent users sounded rather dumb when speaking through their robot bodies. I liked the electro-drug that they used. It made sense that some new sort of thrill would emerge to use on the new bodies.
Such potential. It is a shame.
Bottom line. Sure, it is kind of fun but I would have liked so much more. I would love to give it a pass, but I also think it needs to be called out for its adherence to formula. If you want some dumb action, this is for you. If you want more, well, this is not for you.