Pulse

Synopsis: The hacker Josh invades the computer of Douglas Ziegler, who is developing a powerful wireless signal, and accidentally releases a mysterious force that takes the will to live of human beings, generating a suicide epidemic and increasing the force. His girlfriend and student of psychology, Mattie, sees each one of their common friends die and the destruction of the modern world, and together with her new acquaintance Dexter, they try to plan a virus developed by Josh in the network to shutdown the system and save mankind.
Director(s): Jim Sonzero
Production: The Weinstein Company
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
4.7
Metacritic:
27
Rotten Tomatoes:
11%
PG-13
Year:
2006
90 min
$20,230,986
Website
637 Views


At GCC Northeast,

we have the largest cellular

network in the five state...

Join the fun at Mondo Net.

You get instant access

to your friends...

coast-to-coast connectivity...

...important conversations...

Set your spirit free with...

...services, 24 hours a day...

now you can be

at your computer

anywhere on our network...

has nothing

to do with me, okay?

Are you okay?

Yeah. Fine. I'm fine.

Zeigler?

Zeigler?

Excuse me.

Zeigler!

Zeig?

Zeigler?

My boy hooked me up, okay?

I mean, I'm talking, now,

free passwords

to, like, over 100 sites.

So we're talking... Thank you...

horny coeds,

Japanese girls in bondage

and...

what... granny trannys...

Okay, you did not just say that.

I never looked at 'em. Okay?

I'm just saying,

I have the passwords...

- He totally looked.

- You know he did.

I call it

having access to information.

It's called

having a girlfriend, Stone.

You should check it out.

- Damn!

- Wow, that's harsh.

Sorry.

Shrink in training...

I gotta tell it like it is.

Ha!

Tim!

I'm right here.

What?

Mm! Check this out.

- Oh, he's cute.

- Oh, yeah.

Scroll down...

Gay!

Absolutely.

What?!

It's a boy-toy,

who saw your name is Izzie

and thought you was a guy.

You need to stop hatin'.

- Oh, I'm hatin'?

- Yeah.

Tim?!

What?! It's not me!

I swear!

Okay, who we shutting down?

No one.

No, I just...

thought Josh might call.

He's been avoiding me

for over a week.

Our relationship

has been reduced

to text-messaging.

How tragic is that?

Okay, Mattie, come on.

I know... I know.

I guess I'm still hoping

he'll just...

figure it out.

You need to let go, okay?

You guys have been breaking up

way longer than you hooked up.

If he can't recognize

that you got it going on,

then... you don't need

to be involved with him.

Besides, look,

it's raining men right now.

Right, guys?

Yo. Ready to dance?

We could do that.

That's what I'm talking about.

- Come on.

- No.

- Come on!

- Come on.

Have you seen me dance?

It's not pretty.

Good night.

Hey!

Don't... do that.

Oh. Sorry.

I wanted out of there.

Thought I'd walk with you.

You live the other way.

I'll take the spiral route.

Plus, you know, single guy,

walking alone, late at night...

Well, thanks.

I'm good from here.

See you tomorrow?

Sure.

Okay. Bye.

You have two new messages.

First message, 9:37 P.M.

Mattie, it's Mom.

This is call number three,

honey.

I know you're busy,

but call me back, okay?

I miss you.

Next message, 10:47 P.M.

Mattie, it's Josh. Um...

Never mind.

This is Josh.

I'm not here right now.

Leave a message.

Josh, it's Mattie.

Pick up.

You haven't returned

one of my calls,

and now...

what's with the weird message?

Hey, Iz, are you here?

Ugh...

You know you have to get up.

You have class.

Get up! Now!

Of course there are

other kinds of stalking.

There is public stalking.

There is cyber stalking.

Each with its

own set of behaviors.

What I want to talk about now...

is stalking,

the pathological mind...

...and the other.

Now, the pathological mind...

The pathological mind can only

satisfy its need for the other

by consuming the other;

leading, once again,

to great need,

and, of course,

the cycle begins again.

Now, what I'd like you to do

Friday, in preparation

for the midterm,

is write an essay on

what we've spoken about today,

including in it ritual...

Come on, Mattie, you know

you're gonna have fun.

Chill out, relax.

Have a drink.

- Yeah, but...

- You're gonna come.

We're gonna hang out.

We need this, okay?

I'm gonna call you

right back.

Damn. Y'all look good.

A'ight. Check this out.

I got all the new joint...

Actually, these last four,

y'all have already.

And then, these five,

right here,

won't even be out

for another month.

Plus, I have some

other ones here...

Yeah. You know, you should

just save us a few little

tax dollars and drive yourself

to jail right now.

Can I use your car?

And don't forget,

I gotta take you with me

because you did buy

some of the stuff.

Oh, and your boy Josh...

genius!

For every minute

I use on my cellphone,

I get credited for two.

It's a beautiful thing.

Excuse me for one second.

What's up?

All right,

we're going to lunch, right?

Uh, actually, I'm gonna

hang here for a bit.

But I'll call you.

Okay. Um...

I'm gonna see you later then?

Maybe.

Josh?

Josh, it's Mattie.

Josh?

Oh, sh*t!

Josh.

Hey.

Why don't you answer my calls?

Everyone is worried about you.

Stay here. All right?

Oh, my... Josh!

Josh?

Oh, my God.

Hello, this is Louise Webber.

Leave your name and message

and I'll get back to you.

Hey, Mom. Tag, you're it.

Hey, call me as soon

as you get this, okay?

Something happened.

I'll just tell you about it

when you call, okay?

I love you.

- Josh.

- Mattie...

Are you there?

I'm not me anymore.

Something's wrong with me.

I know it's very difficult

for us to talk about loss.

So many conflicting emotions

involved.

This might sound pat to you,

but it is okay to cry, Mattie.

I have.

You have?

What, five minutes,

is that all I get, Mattie?

I'm wasting your time.

You're not wasting my time.

You're wasting mine.

You're angry.

That's normal.

Actually,

I'm just late for class.

You loved him, didn't you?

And you think it's something

that you did

that might've caused this.

The only person I blame...

is Josh.

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