Movie review: 'Total Recall'

But director Len Wiseman and screenwriters Kurt Wimmer and Mark Bomback chose to name their 2012 adaptation “Total Recall,” which is also the title of the 1990 screen version imagined by Ronald Shusett, Dan O’Bannon, Jon Povill and Gary Goldman and directed by Paul Verhoeven.

So why couldn’t they have come up with a new title?

Well, because Wiseman and company are obviously more interested in repeating and capitalizing on the success and lasting impression of the previous film than offering their own honest retelling of Dick’s tale.

And the only things new about the 2012 model are that the special effects show 20 years of technical advancements, the pacing is relentlessly high-velocity and, yes, Colin Farrell can act warp-speed rings around Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Those are all pluses to be sure, but not quite enough to top Verhoeven’s vision.

Essentially the same group of scribes (Shusett, O’Bannon, Povill) are credited for the initial screen stories for both films, which center around a factory worker named Douglas Quaid (Farrell in the role this time) who’s married to a beautiful wife (Kate Beckinsale instead of Sharon Stone this time), and has terrifying nightmares involving a mysterious, totally unfamiliar woman (Jessica Biel in place of Rachel Ticotin).

It’s difficult to offer much of a synopsis of “Total Recall” without spoiling its many heart-quickening surprises. Suffice it to say that the story is set at the end of the 21st century when all regions of the Earth have been rendered uninhabitable except for two nation-states — the United Federation of Britain and The Colony, located on opposite sides of the planet and connected by The Fall, a giant elevator that speeds through the core of the Earth.

The UFB is ruled by the ruthless Chancellor Cohaagen (an imposing Brian Cranston in “Breaking Bad” mode), who’s at war with the underground resistance headed by the elusive and shadowy Matthias (Bill Nighy).

But Quaid is preoccupied with his own dead-end situation, with a low-paying job that offers little chance of advancement, and working-class living conditions that fall far short of what he thinks his loving wife deserves.