Worst, most overly-compressed and mega-intrusive 'sound-track' ever. Dreadful sound design.
Rumbling sub-bass drones and shrill string sweeps, presumably to ramp up tension where there wasn't any or much.
Over-long -- which is par for the course for most Hollywood movies -- and dull. Two-thirds the way through, I was bored and my mind was wandering; didn't really give a monkeys for most of the characters. Final climaxes lacked drama.
This was spectacle masquerading as 'art'. CGI sheen and achingly looong meaningful pauses. Everyone spoke... in... ellipses. Every syllable OF GREAT IMPORT. If you'd shaved the gaps between phrases, it would've been 20 minutes shorter.
Most unforgivable and depressing aspect? The fact that in 30 years+ women will still be portrayed as commodity-objects: assistants, adjuncts, colossal holographic constructs. Sex-workers, cold bitches or compliant AIs. I think that was the thing I found saddest about the movie.
That and the fact that, years on -- like Jack Kirby -- PKD is still being ideas-mined, the discardia from his novel that never made into the first movie (the best bits, some might say) gets dusted off and used to underpin this one. I wonder if Burroughs ever got anything other than a brief credit for supplying the franchise's title?
I also hate the fact that climate collapse is treated as an inevitability by Hollywood -- more Spectacle Grist -- just something else to monetise and normalise via entertainment.
The best character was the memory-programmer -- but I pitied the actress being burdened with so much exposition. She did a great job despite it.