I have never liked Stephen Spielberg even when he thinks he's being oh so serious and profound, as in "The Colour Purple" and "Schindler's List" and "Saving Private Ryan".
I have always liked Stanley Kubrick who, in my opinion, created the greatest movie ever made in "Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb".
So it was with stunned disbelief that I learned that Spielberg was the designated heir of Kubrick's last film project, AI, about a boy created with artificial intelligence who wants to become a real boy. Pinocchio with silicon.
I am baffled by some of the early reviews of the film. The New York Times and Salon both made it sound like this was a really interesting film that might have failed on one or two points but, ultimately, represented an advance on Spielberg's career. Well, Salon was a bit ambivalent and thought Spielberg was a true genius-- when he stuck to entertainments like "Jaws" and "ET".
Anyway, I found AI a big disappointment. The last hour-- which seemed interminable-- is Spielberg at his worst, wringing mawkish, overwrought tears from the virtual viewer with "heartrending" scenes of loss and grief.
But the real problem with this movie is the same problem countless sci-fi films have faced in the past: how to make a robot interesting. If a robot is nothing more than the sum of it's programming and hardware, then how can it display the big emotions Hollywood regards as essential to the blockbuster film? How can software weep?
This is Spock, remember. Spock, in the original Star Trek, was supposed to something of a logic machine. He represented Reason, the ability of man to analyze and judge without the corrupting influence of emotions. But Star Trek couldn't bear to leave Spock alone. When the captain was imperiled, the emotionless Spock would take absurd chances with the lives of the entire crew in order to save the one man he... loved?
If the original Star Trek had had any guts, Spock would have said, "tough luck" and instructed Scotty to plot a course to a sector of space not inhabited by gigantic amoeba's or deadly Klingons. "It would not be rational to endanger the lives of 500 crew members in order to embark upon the marginal prospect of saving the captain's life when I have calculated the odds against his survival to be 58,347 to 1. Furthermore, the odds of finding a replacement captain of equal or superior merit among current members of the crew are approximately 2 to 1..."
So we're back to a robot, in AI, a little boy who replaces a seriously ill little boy in the lives of a young couple. When the real boy gets better and returns home, the mother drops the robot off in a woods somewhere and then drives off. Heart-wringing tear-jerking scene number one, and it's milked for all it's worth in classic Spielberg style.
The robot boy sets out to find the good fairy-- I'm not kidding-- who will turn him into a real boy. He has some adventures during which Spielberg, as is his habit, shamelessly pillages the archives for great shots, including the famous Statue of Liberty shot from "Planet of the Apes" (the first one), and various scenes from "Blade Runner", "Mad Max", and, well, you name it. Originality has never been Spielberg's strong suit.
The truth is that no robot will ever have a genuine aspiration to be anything. What you are talking to, my friends, is a piece of machinery. And it is logically impossible for a machine to behave in any way other than the way it is programmed to respond, no matter how complex or advanced the programming is.
The only way around this conundrum is to imagine the possibility of incorporating organic elements into the robotic brain, something I'm sure Spielberg believes is possible. But then it's not a robot. It's an organism, and it may well be heartwarming to some of us, in the same way that "My Friend Flicka" and "Lassie Come Home" are heartwarming. [2011-04]
So when a robot says it wants to be human, what you really have is a human telling a machine to say it wants to be me. Is there any concept in Science Fiction so wrought with Narcissism?
The problem with that idea is that you would have to believe that humans would someday create sophisticated, powerful machinery that would behave in unpredictable-- and uncontrollable-- ways. You would also have to believe that humans would feel emotional attachments to these devices the way they attach to pets and social workers in real life.
Anyway, it's hard to care about what happens to the boy when the premise of the film is fundamentally absurd, and Spielberg is entirely concerned with dazzling visual effects and contrived set pieces. The film opens, for example, with one of the lamest q&a sessions ever imagined, between a brilliant scientist (William Hurt) and a group of docile graduate students who lob softballs at Hurt (and the audience) in order to convey information that isn't required by the audience anyway.
It is impossible to imagine Kubrick working with this kind of slop and incoherence. AI is 100% Spielberg.
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