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Free will is absent from the decision of whether you're going to be anticipating it or not; you're just a mere mortal, who has a soul of silly putty that's ready to be molded by greater minds than your own. I mean, directed by Steven Spielberg! Starring that little kid from The Sixth Sense! From a story designed by the industry's 600-pound pretentious gorilla, Stanley Kubrick! And there is a robotic teddy bear! Ladies and gentlemen, if Movie Law dictates our lives -- and it does -- you just weren't allowed to cast doubts on the sanctity of A.I.. At all, otherwise E.T. and Indiana Jones would show up and give you a bit of the ol' ultraviolence.
A.I. comes on the screen, and I gradually, very gradually, figure out that this is a slow film. Very slow. The tempo is that of a director saying, "I'm going to come to the point in a minute, but let me first establish mood and environment and foreshadowing and symbolism and... waitaminute, what was I doing?" And it's this carefully-paced slowness that just convinces you even more that this is going to be some sort of marvelous masterpiece. I just know I'll be fully enriched by this experience, yes indeedy. It was about halfway through this film when I began to realize that there wasn't anything deep to this story. It was your basic robotic-boy-wants-to-be-loved tale that scifi authors have been dishing out for YEARS. I mean, wasn't there a Twilight Zone about this exact same thing, or something? And sure, while the future looked all neon and weird, it just served as a lavish backdrop to a mere pamphlet of a script. I started to wonder, then, if Spielberg was trying to do his own impression of Kubrick, or if Kubrick's will dictated that Spielberg be forbidden to use common freaking sense while making this movie. It's long. It's kinda boring, for a tale about rogue robots on an epic quest. It's very impersonal and dry. And then we get to the Pinocchio metaphor. Now, as an English major, I appreciate a good (or bad) metaphor just as much as anyone else, but that's only when it's done subtly, or with a deft hand, or whenever I brutalize one in the name of comedy. Here is how A.I. handles comparing the robot kid's journey to the story of Pinocchio:
2. Some of the characters mention a Pinocchio reference, and the audience titters faintly, for at least the movie isn't ashamed of its homage. 3. Then Robin Williams, as a holograph, comes in and beats us over the head with a Pinocchio story. This is so blatant that babies still in their mother's wombs are crying out, "We get it, already!" 4. THEN, robotic kid finds a statue of the Blue Fairy, which he talks to and asks to make him a, quote, "real boy." This robotic kid, running on an Intel Pentium 78 chip, CANNOT DISTINGUISH A FAKE STATUE FAIRY FROM A "REAL" FAIRY, WHICH DOESN'T EXIST ANYWAY. 5. Then, with the power of aliens, the Blue Fairy comes to life and grants robotic kid a wish. Never tempt the fates, and don't ever, ever tempt an all-powerful God with a sense of humor, because you're going to get what you deserve. A.I. goes from meanderingly rank to absolutely putrid in the last twenty minutes or so. By this time, the film has gone on so long that you could have seen at least two Orlando Jones comedies and still have had time for McDonald's. And, while depressing, the movie comes to a place which would make an excellent stopping point. Which, it doesn't. It was like some sort of horrible April Fool's Joke. Buried underneath the ice, robotic kid is dug up thousands of years in the future by - ahem - aliens. (Some say they were robots, but I'm sticking with aliens, nah nah naa.) Aliens which are excavating Earth, since we apparently don't exist any longer. Aliens which see Teddy Ruxpin and partner as the only remnants of the human race. Aliens which then give cyber-brat everything he could ever desire, including cloning his dead mother who didn't really love him, spending a day with her, and then watching her die as her clone fails. This is so outrageous, so incredibly ridiculous, that you've long since stopped making excuses. You've just started to become really, really mad. Like, Incredible Hulk mad. This isn't a blockbuster. A.I. could barely be considered as legitimate film. Speilberg's and Kubrick's legacies will try to "forget" this flick ever happened. Mark my words.
My initial response to this movie was right. It was weird. Like really weird. Sometimes it was an interesting, sad, beautiful kind of weird. But most of the time it was an uncomfortable, befuddling, unnecessary kind of weird. I enjoyed a lot of the cinematography and special effects. I even thought that some of the individual scenes were well executed, but as a whole, cohesive piece of work, it left me feeling queasy. I'll extend my ice cream/clam chowder metaphor a little further. This movie is the film equivalent of too many cooks in the kitchen. Nobody was able to decide what to make, so they just threw a whole bunch of everything in. The result? Tasted unpleasant.
[Spoiler: Highlight To Read] While I didn't HATE A.I., I can't say that I'd really recommend it to anyone. I'm not pissed off that I sat through it, but I wouldn't do it again.
Is It Worth Staying Through End Credits?
Intermission! [some sources: IMDb]
While A.I. was based on the short story "Supertoys Last All Summer Long", that short story has less influence on the movie than the famous poem by W.B. Yeats, "The Stolen Child". The text of the poem appears in the movie in two places, and certain stanzas take on literal meaning as well (i.e. "Till the moon has taken flight"). As a promotional tool, the creators developed an elaborate internet game of discovery and problem solving, through hidden messages and puzzles in internet sites, telephone answering messages, e-mail accounts and clues in the film's trailers. The game, set in the world of A.I. involved websites registered in several countries around the world as well as telephone numbers from across the US, and a group of followers called "The Cloudmakers" followed the puzzle, sharing information. One of the reasons Kubrick waited so long to make the film is because he wanted David (Haley Joel Osment's character) to be played by a robot. Groovy Quotes
David: Please make me a real boy? David: My brain is falling out. Professor Allen Hobby: You are a real boy. At least as real as I've ever made one.
Come away, O human child!
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