I was intrigued by this movie – George Clooney as a psychic? And what an odd title. There’s another line that will grab your attention: after the preamble is over, and George and Ewan McGregor are heading off into the wilds of Iraq, a sentence appears on th dark screen: you would not believe how much of this movie is true.
It felt true to me. I had read over the years about the Russians’ remote viewing’ experiments. They also had created Kirlian photography, where the energy emitted by a human body can be seen – and where blanks and irregularities in that energy can easily be seen, and explained by the physical diagnosis of that particular being.
Remote viewing is simply sitting wherever you are sitting, taking your awareness to wherever someone asks you to, and talking about what you see there. Takes practice, like all spiritual work, but it certainly can be done. You might be looking for a particular item or just observing. Both we and the Russians were working on this as an espionage / war tool. It can be fun just to do it, particularly if you’ve got a friend at the other end, who can confirm what you see.
So George and Ewan are heading off, having one disaster after another, and yet there’s just enough truth that they always take the next step. And, of course, for me, the psychic who misses all the time is just as psychic as the one who hits all the time – both are way outside the range of normal.
The movie really is a comedy – the dance scenes (no, I’m not going to explain) are wonderful. And the Kevin Spacey bad guy had me hissing in my seat. He appropriately gets his in the end.
And the goats are liberated. Enough said.