Opening near the close of its story, Limitless introduces a man who’s reached his limit: As thugs batter the metal door of his fortified Manhattan penthouse, Eddie Morra (Bradley Cooper) stands at the edge of the terrace, contemplating a dive toward the pavement dozens of floors below.
Eddie is a formerly struggling writer who became a Wall Street ace by boosting his brainpower with an unapproved “smart drug” called NZT. So this speedy thriller would appear to be a cautionary tale about the perils of intellectual cheating.
Guess again: Limitless really has nothing against cheating. In fact ultimately, the filmmakers doesn’t sweat the fact that Eddie is a chemically enhanced fraud. What scares them is any possibility of alienating the movie’s target audience with a downer ending, so they discount all the effort they’ve made to push Eddie to the edge, and instead send him someplace much cushier.
Directed by Neil Burger, whose The Illusionist also pulled an upbeat coda out of a hat, Limitless is entertaining for much of its running time. It’s glib, and it’s overly fond of hyperdrive pans, psychedelic montages and swift rack-focus shifts. But these music-video effects suit the drug-fueled saga, which at first seems to be about the risks of moving too fast.
The film was adapted from Alan Glynn’s 2003 novel, The Dark Fields, and is basically Faust for the ADHD era. (One of the most popular real-world smart drugs is Adderall, officially prescribed for ADHD but often used to amp up performance among certain overachieving sets.) Like the tragic hero of that legend, Eddie doesn’t take pills for kicks, but for power — the power of knowledge.