PKD-Tease

Forgive the pun. Couldn't resist.
Anyway, it's more of a utopian tease, what Spielberg did to Philip K.'s Minority Report. Isn't it?
Retinal scans posted throughout the city--a technological ante-upping of Foucault's cries of 'inspection functions ceaselessly" and "the gaze is alert everywhere"--equates utopia, you ask?
(And what kind of scary government's in place to implement such a practice? Seems more dystopic, methinks.)
Don't forget what the scans do in department stores--identifying you, acknowledging you, tapping into your shopping trends, letting you know of recommendations: a technological ante-upping of logging on to amazon.com and seeing the greeting "Welcome, ____, we have recommendations for you."
For a society hopelessly wrapped up in the seemingly inescapable python's-hug of consumerism, yeah, alright, this might seem like some kind of a utopia. an Eden with a magnetic strip.
And this brings things to: IDENTITY.
What happens to identity in a society where identity no longer belongs to you, but to corporate interests? (A timely headscratcher, perhaps, what with radio-frequency ID chips embedded in your Barnes & Noble card and your dog's flea-and-tick collar. What? Me? Paranoid?)
Walk into a store--it knows what you want.
Walk into a restaurant--it knows what you might order.
Walk into a cineplex--it knows your film preferences.
Does an identity remain genuine after rounds and rounds of "identity-broadcasting," wherein the corporate bogeymen know you almost precognitively.
And this brings things to: THE PRECOGS.
Agatha and the two nameless males in the film--who, in Philip K.'s original story, are the "vegetable-like," "deformed and retarded" "Jerry,' "Mike," and "Donna," attached to "metal bands" and "bundles of wiring," a description worthy of "Delphi" Burke in Tiptree's tale--are each rendered physically genderless--shaved heads, identical dress--as they predict futures in a big serene, eerily-lit pool like watery Delphic oracles--ah, another potential link to "Delphi."
Rendered genderless, predicting the future, the mere appearance of the Precogs, I believe, predicts the future.
A future where identity and gender are simplified to the point where everyone, from a corporate angle, wants the same things.
A realist pic of the future, you ask?
Utopias are only as possible as their marketability.
'Tis no tease.