| | Aaron writes: >You have got to explain this to me then! I place AI among the worst films I've seen in recent years... >Through the bulk of the film, I thought the sci-fi world unconvincing and the plot uninteresting and slow.
Look, yours is not an uncommon reaction at all. My various filmboy friends, Spielberg-haters all, unanimously gave me the same read on it.
Of course, I remember the days when I was a Spielberg hater too, but nonetheless was prepared for the worst. But if I was expecting the worst, I was to be disappointed....;-) Sure, in the current cinematic environment of flatline cynicism, infantilisation of adult experiences, formulaic plotting and every-6-seconds-or-less MTV editing, A.I.'s combination of open emotion, mature engagement with the world of a child, fearless imagination and thoughtful craft was bound to make it look like a gauche oddity, a uncool misfire in slickly programmed world of blood and explosions where only the weekend gross matters. If ever there was an anti-blockbuster, this is it.
The first issue is the realism. It's fairly obvious that if Spielberg wanted realism for this story, he could easily have got it. You think he can't afford it?...;-) But it's clear right from the outset this movie is a *fairy story*, and one fairy story in particular - Pinnochio - so realism is entirely unnecessary. I guess those who don't think fairy stories are cool can check out at this point and move to more mature discussions - like, say, the alleged moral complexities of Star Wars 3...;-). In fact, Spielberg reverses the typical late Hollywood formula (ie: Lucas) of making adult realities childish, and addresses children's experiences in a serious, grown up way. This radical approach is liberating; once he's made this decision, he can let his imagination roam, and put the usual adult self censorship on hold. So if he wants to turn the moon into a giant ballon pursuing a screaming robot child so as to toss him into a horrific junkyard Dachau - who's going to stop him? If he wants to hurl his imagination not just 10, 50, 100 but *thousands of years* into the future - like the last section of Shaw's 'Back To Methuselah', which he subtitled 'As Far As Thought Can Reach' - who's going to deny his reckless ambition? Me, I'm going with him.
>I got up to walk out of the theater when he was slowly dying underwater while chanting hopefully, as I thought the movie was over. If it had, it would not be on my favorite movie list, but I'd have at least respected it for effectively delivering such a bleak fatalistic theme.
>Then ... surprise! You get another 15 minutes of drug-trip/2001-deja-vu with a gangly Teletubby!! I hoped I just missed something that tied it all together and made it make sense in some profound way, but couldn't come up with anything. If you know the secret and how the ending belongs, please share.
Well, obviously I don't want to do a spoiler for anyone that hasn't seen it - so stop reading now. But if you start from the right premise -that it is a *fable*, a fabulous myth about what makes us human, good and bad - it doesn't have a bleak, fatalistic theme at all. The whole 'is-A.I.-really-human?' debate is wisely sidestepped. The point is: the advanced robot civilisation, with all the technology in the universe, thousands of years into the future - can only reproduce a simple human experience like the love between a mother and a child *for a single day*. It is the rarest commodity in all the vast, frozen universe.
*Just like it is right now*. In other words, every day of our lives we waste, every relationship we take for granted, every potentially wonderful moment we discard without a second thought is *impossible to reclaim* - not in all the world, as far as thought can reach. With A.I., Spielberg is sending us a message not for the distant future, but for right now.
That message is:*wake the hell up*.
- Daniel.
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