Nobody delivers profanity better than Bruce Willis. Nobody. Perhaps that's why he's seen so much of it in practically every script he's tackled during the last 20-odd years. We don't have a final count on the number of F-bombs our man Bruce dropped in his latest flick, Surrogates, but we can say with some authority that a world filled with robotic avatars gone amok would drive anyone to repeated vulgarity. But 2017? Surrogates would have us believe that just eight short years from now, we'll have retreated to our homes and left the "real" world to synthetically pimped-up alter-egos? Is it conceivable that we, as naturally exploratory human beings, would want to do that? Is it conceivable that such technology would even exist just 3,000 days from now?