Future imperfect: Minority Report--the story and the film--misses the mark. (The Critics Film). (movie review)

THE CLAIM PHILIP KINDRED Dick, California nutcase and sci-fi seer, holds on our imagination is a particular one. Dick's signature as a writer is a sort of pre-epileptic hum or aura, an intimation of fast-approaching crisis. Something dislocates, something accelerates, a wire touches another wire and we know--quiveringly--that we have to fit ourselves for a lasting ontological derangement.

Quality control was never Dick's problem (capable, in his speed-gobbling prime, of writing up to 30 short stories a year, he barely had time to look over his shoulder at the exhaust cloud of ...

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