Date: Mon, Apr 8, 2002 6:47 PM
From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>
I'm going to type a few words that won't make much sense,
but I want
you to read them.
Cirrus.
Socrates.
Particle.
Decibel.
Hurricane.
Dolphin.
Tulip.
"BOB".
You.
"BOB."
"What were those words for, High Epopt?"
Did anybody think A.I. was as stupid as I did?
I have to give Spielberg credit, he kept us talking
about it, Wei and
I. We rented it on VHS and watched it Friday night.
And we were still
complaining about it on Saturday. To give the legendary
old cocaine
casualty yet more credit, we watched the whole 2.5 hours
of his movie
with only one break.
But, as the movie wore on, we found it increasingly
hard to forgive the
blatant, laughable, glaring holes in logic, and the
insultingly
transparent nature of the emotional manipulation.
((DON'T READ THE FOLLOWING SPOILER IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN
THE MOVIE BUT
PLAN TO))
First off we were truly horrified at the idea of any
actual CHILD
watching this impressive, masterfully done set of classic
childhood
nightmare vignettes. I made a list.
Mommy loves brother best.
You ate a bad thing and now your face is melting and
parts of you are
coming off.
You are about to kill Mommy by accident, by stabbing
her in the eye
with scissors, but you can't stop yourself.
Bullies are tricking you into being bad.
Mommy hates you and is abandoning you in the scary forest.
Crazy adults want to hurt you and other crazy adults don't care.
Your only friend, your teddy bear, is clinging to you
for dear life but
you can't hold on and he falls and dies and it's your
fault.
Fleeing from monsters.
Trying to drive a huge machine that's out of your control.
Etc etc.
It's as Freudian as anything I've ever seen. I would
NOT take a small
child to THIS one. It brought back nightmares I thought
I had squelched
away. At the same time, it reassured me that Steven
Spielberg is indeed
now a brain damaged moron with a skilled corporate support
team
propping his name up.
But then, the trauma of SNOW WHITE didn't kill me, and
E.T. didn't kill
my kids. And I'm against censorship. Eh.
The idea of the toys and fuck-dolls being more or less
as smart as the
humans (and as mobile) doesn't bother me especially;
that's acceptable
sci fi. The basic moral that "skinjobs are people
too" was done
classically in Bladerunner. But the "bad guy humans"
were unfortunately
not as believable as the robot characters were. I got
to thinking,
wait, this started out kinda Kubrick-like, alright,
but somehow it has
morphed into a stupid Disney story.
It's slightly more bearable if you're a fan of the original
Disney
Pinocchio movie, like I am; it follows that plot roughly
the way O
Brother Where Art Thou follows the Odyssey. In a really
broad way. It's
just that the execution goes from pretty classy to unbearably
cloying,
with that overt dependence on New Age bleh-bleh sissy
superstition and
wishful thinking gah-gah.
A ton of TRULY horrifying violence, all of it imperiling
a CHILD, in
fact having a CHILD GRIEVE AND YEARN for 2 thousand
years, all excused
with "and then they all went to Heaven and lived
happily ever after."
This was just way too "Return of the Jedi"-like
for me.
Plus, the whole BASIC CONFLICT made NO FUCKING SENSE
from the git-go.
You can program these machines to a practically human,
or more than
human, level of intelligence -- but you can't DEPROGRAM
them? How
convenient for a tear jerker. This future yuppieland
can build these
things, but they can't blank their files back to factory
default??
Uh-HUH.
And the notion that this particular boybot is smarter
or dreamier than
the other models. Sure doesn't seem that way. Joe the
gigolo robot and
the god damn talking Teddy bear, indeed all the side
character bots you
see in the cage scene, display every bit as much as
if not more "human
qualities" than David the hero boybot does.
But those are just the BASIC scriptwriter's lies. Then
there are the
endless inconsistencis. For instance the robo-boy melts
if he eats
spinach, but falling into a swimming pool (or underwater
manhattan)
doesn't bother him.
I mean, "fairy-tale-like", I grok that, but
OUTRAGEOUS COINCIDENCES,
sheesh, that's just lazy. The angst ridden suicidal
roboboy commits
suicide by jumping into the waters of downtown Manhattan.
A SCHOOL OF
FISH HAPPENS ALONG AND WHISKS HIM POETICALLY IN THEIR
BACKWASH directly
to the front of a statue in sunken Coney island that
just by
coincidence happens to look exactly like the Blue Fairy
he'd been
seeking... a statue that hasn't gotten covered with
barnacles like
everything else around it -- JUST BEFORE HIS FRIEND
shows up and saves
him, JUST AS THE COPS are showing up to take his friend
away. BUT this
allows him to return to the sunken Blue Fairy statue
in his friend's
stolen cop submersible, which he now steers like the
best dolly grips
in Hollywood, right up to within a few feet of his life's
goal, his
headlights lining up perfectly on her face, and her
reflection
PERFECTLY MATCHING his face in the windshield.... Then,
he sits in the
submersible and doesn't get out.( TWO MINUTES EARLIER,
as well near the
beginning of the film, we saw him sit around underwater
as if it was no
problem. Yet he stays in the vehicle.) JUST THEN, a
barnacle-covered
FERRIS WHEEL happens to fall over to the tender strains
of
inappropriate music, so that a rusted emblem of shattered
childhood
entraps him in an endless loop of yearning, at first
MUMBLING "Please
Blue Fairy Please" and then STARING for 2,000
years.
The Energizer Bunny must be REALLY good in this future.
Then the alio-angel-bots thaw him out and when he FINALLY
GETS OUT of
the VEHICLE and touches the still pristine looking Blue
Fairy statue,
she falls apart. Oh the symbolism of it all.
The alien robots want him to be happy but they build
up his fragile
hopes by awakening him in a perfect replica of his Mommy's
house,
complete with false-hope-raising ghostly beckoning Mommy
voices, only
to utterly and finally dash his hopes once and for all.
Until the day
is saved at the last second by the thoughful Teddy bear's
saving of a
clonable Mommy-hair, blah blah.
So you can see why by that time, the business about
the one-use-only
space-time fabric memory pathways had become something
of a HOOTINGLY,
ASTOUNDINGLY RETARDED STRETCH.
To refresh your memory:
These super robots of the future can "insta-clone"
a whole adult human
body, with hair, from a few DNA samples in hair. Uh....
okay, after
seeing New York City drown from global warming and then
be frozen like
a glacier due to an Ice Age, all in only 2,000 years,
okay, I'll
swallow that... barely... but not only that, the super
robot angel
fuckers can restore the dead person's MEMORY to that
insta-cloned body
-- that is, the person's memory "of a certain day."
O-Kay.......
riiiiiight..... This is because of the Akashic Records
-- the Deus ex
Machina of Spielberg and other New Ager movies. All
things that ever
happened are recorded in "the fabric of space-time"
to quote the movie.
"The Skor" in SubJargon. And these robo-angels
can "download" that....
well, the corniness meter has broken by now, but there's
MORE! Despite
the fact that all things that ever happened everywhere
are coded in the
fabric of space-time, EVERYTHING, yet, there's a...
a bandwidth
problem. Any given "soul" can only be recorded
ONCE. "An individual
space-time pathway cannot be used more than once,"
the angelo-bot
specifies. "... at least, for the purposes of this
screenplay," he
might as well have added. That's just space-time fabric
POLICY, I
guess. So when you insta-clone a Mommy and give her
her memory (her
memory up to some vaguely defined day that is), her
soul can't hang
around for more than -- conveniently -- ONE EARTH DAY.
The bandwidth
quota just caps out, and Mommy dies again for good after
that ONE...
DRAMATIC... POIGNANT... DAY.
I really should have known, I suppose. Speilberg sold
out to the greys
25 years ago.
*****
Wei and I had a cold for the last two weeks that lakked
to kill us,
with sleepiness and snot. I have been working my ass
off on the
backed-up Hours of Slack mainly, using the massive accumulation
of tape
from a.b.s., Winterstar and the Cleveland devival. Then
there have been
some other deadlines involving tedious crap like taxes,
trademarks and
trash, which are all squared away now, but I probably
have been unable
to respond to the email load properly. There's a lot
of them still
marked IMPORTANT. Also, we have finished this new video,
which I need
to advertise and sell, but first I MUST mail copies
to the
contributors.
That's why I blew everything off and watched a movie.
I also topped out
my own Giganews bandwidth quota getting DivX badfilm
off
alt.binaries.monter-movies (NOT alt.binaries.monster-movies,
which
also exists but is tiny.) But a lot of these pirate
bastards have gone
to Ogg Vorbis for the sound encoding, which SUX-sores,
since no Mac
video-playing dingleberries have been made for that
compression format
yet. I like the idea of Ogg Vorbis and yEnc replacing
the (technically)
Con-owned MP3 and all, I just wish the Mac movie playing
thangs would
catch up faster.
AND ANOTHER THING about that A.I. movie. Even the older
and cheaper
robots showed as much initiative and intelligence as
the little "Nexus
9" boy. If they had enough on the ball to scavenge
junkyards for spare
parts, they'd be SHITLOADS less helpess than they were
depicted.Why
didn't they all install wireless modems so they could
be "telepathtic"
with each other? For instance. And lay a Terminator
on the humans'
asses. Come to think of it, maybe the Mean Fundie Poebucker
Humans that
tortured robots for sport had the right idea.
I will admit that A.I. gave me the MAJOR WILLIES in
its first third,
on account of effectively getting me all worked up and
of conflicting
feelings and parental instincts over what was basically
a special
effect representing a souped up version of my own G4
Macintosh. A
"Muleskinner 9000," so to speak, that looked
like my own little boy
and needed help getting its pajamas on, and I was FRETTING
about it.
FUCKING CREEPY!!! A mood blown by the last third's
descent into
Ramtha-land.
The general set and art design is gorgeous and every
third shot looks
like a postcard. I viewed at the big effects scenes
over and over.
That's the best I can say for it. Spielberg takes full
credit for the
actual screenplay, proving that a certain level of Hollywoodism
literally destroys brain cells.
But then, he's selling a lot more movie tickets than
this pore
SubGenius is. Should we have been talking down to the
Poebuckers this
whole time?
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From: "nu-monet v4.0" <nothing@succeeds.com>
The A.I. box office:
http://www.boxofficemojo.com/data/ai.htm
You gotta figure if they LOST $27M...
--
The future is either
AgriPetro-Mercantilism, or
Globalist Darwinism.
Choose.
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From: HellPopeHuey <hellpopehuey@subspamgeenyus.com>
I can't enhance Stang's take by much; its basically
dead-on. Some of the best
art direction I've ever seen...wrapped up in 97% of
all the childhood fears you
can name. Brrr.
I've clung steadfastly to "ER" for years because
I really enjoy ensemble dramas
and its a good one, but damn if I didn't come close
to dropping it for the same
reason: if I wanna see 3-D characters TORTURED, I'll
rerun junior high or go for
a walk through Wal-Mart, thanks. The viewer needs a
breather or the narrative
becomes a grind and the joy of the work is lost.
And friggin' Spielberg took several HOURS in which
to do it to you. I wish
Kubrick had lived. Maybe this thing wouldn't have stunk
so badly, as the
concept, although derivative, had some room to grow.
Shame is, the performances
were ALSO excellent. Osmont was just plain righteous,
as far as the script
allowed him to go.
The more creaky I get, the more Stang's words of 2
decades back become
hauntingly crystal-true: By the time you're about 30,
you've seen, done or
fucked it all and have to begin creating your OWN Art
or go INSANE.
Gimme a Mac I can edit audio on and a second Korg or I will kill you all.
HellPope Huey, hellpopehuey@subgenius.com
"I hate everyone "Bob,"
but I hate you a little less."
"That's good enough, Janor."
My dog is worried about the economy
because Alpo is up to 99 cents a can.
That's almost $7.00 in dog money.
- Joe Weinstein
"There is no mystery prize;
they just made it up
to make kids work harder for no money."
- "In
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From: "LXIX" <post_replys_please@this.address.is.invalid>
Haven't gone to a movie in over a year. So I pick
Lard of the rings.
Est. Gross-to-Date: $304,127,000
Overseas Gross (as of 4/4): $513,000,000
Production Budget: $93 million; Marketing Costs: $50
million
For being that "kick ass" of a movie it certainly
kicked my ass. 3 bloody hours and my backside was
forming CLOTS. All I wanted to do was see the credits,
recognize I would not miss any more of the film, and
leave.
Sorry, but it was a nice movie, scenery was beautiful,
but
the pace was way to fuggin s.l.o.w.
The best part of the ending was without a doubt, emptying
my bladder.
--LXIX--
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From: "nu-monet v4.0" <nothing@succeeds.com>
> (LOTR) ...The best part of the ending was without
a
> doubt, emptying my bladder.
>
Ah, but that's the weirdness of the movie--its ability
to generate urine like nothing else.
I musta peed about eight times during that show. I
swear, the people in the front row musta got their
socks wet.
--
"...Human samples are of prime importance, and
if
anybody knows how to do a good job of body snatching,
they will really be serving their country..."
--Atomic Energy Commission Commissioner Willard Libby
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From: iDRMRSR <alex.i.thymia@depression.org>
I have a different take on the movie [A.I.]. First
of all, it was the second
complete still-at-the-show movie I ever downloaded off
Morpheus back in
the day. I think Shrek or Hannibal might have been
the first. Thus,
it's memorable for that alone. I downloaded one half
of it, and while
watching that on my laptop, downloaded the other half
so that it was
ready when I was. I even got a lap burn on my thigh
from that hot
Pentium III processor in the laptop to show for it.
Whoever stole the
original and got it on the web did a pretty good job,
and it's got
Chinese subtitles in case I ever turn Chinese.
My replacement unit, the Little Mister Sister, is autistic,
but one of
the stories he loves to see over and over (did I say
over and over?) is
any form of Pinocchio (Italian, means knothole as in
wood, q. v.). For
some reason, while I was watching this movie, I dementally
substituted
my kid for the little robot, and in the end, I ended
up crying like a
baby. I'm sure the robot and my kid would like to be
perceived as
normal (not Normal) and spend another day with Mom.
Dang, the picture was kind of fuzzy as it was natively
only a quarter
screen. I've wanted to rent the DVD or even buy myself
a copy, but I'm
afraid seeing it again might break whatever evil thing
is left where my
own heart used to be. In a way, I think that's a compliment
to the
filmmakers that they could make such a moving pic, no
pun intended.
Well, at least for me and my spitoonly circumstance
on this foul planet.
Now, after the movie ended, I had the distinct impression
that I had
just seen ET, 2001, Clockwork Orange, Close Encounters,
Bambi, and
Bananas all wrapped up in one experience. Steve finished
Stanley
Kubrick's film, I believe, and together they combined
rather like oil
and water. Except, the result was something like Ranch
Dressing. An
unlikely physical combination which was disturbed enough
to actually
blend together somehow.
I also took it to be 3 separate movies. A saccharine
kid thing. An all
roboto romp. And finally, an ending magnificently woven
out of illogic
but possessing great tear jerking power.
The movie came SO close to sucking dead donkeys, though.
Just when it
would be too cute, too lame, or too improbable to bear
one second more,
the chapters changed and it took off in a totally other
direction. Even
Robin Williams goofy professoroboto did not hang around
long enough to
be nauseatingly cloying. That was a very present surprise.
It's like
they had an extremely accurate SUCK METER on the set,
and when the
needle went up into the red, they called in the writers
and revised the
plot to bring it back into acceptable territory.
Gee, I learned something about my kid and why he likes
Pinocchio so
much. Hell, even about myself. The human part strives
to be normal at
all costs, and this telling shows you from a number
of perspectives how
intense and fundamental that urge is, even if you are
part-Yeti. But of
course, being normal leads to being a Normal, and I
will have none of
that...
[*]
-----
PS, it's a movie, dammit, it's fiction, it isn't supposed
to make
sense. That's what I chanted to myself after I saw
it.
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From: wbarwell@starbase.neosoft.com (William Barwell)
The MP3 CR holders are getting bitchy about enforcing
licenses,
as are other media SW. We know the score on JPGs.
So expect more GPL type media stuff in the near future.
Most of this stuff runs first on Linux and migrates.
Anywhoo, you may wanna investigate running Yellow Dog
Linux
made for Macs, get a second HD, load it and run a bare
installation with just enough to handle Ogg, and other
stuff we will all have to migrate to when the Con tries
to control every byte that might be copied or viewed
or listened to by anybody at the behest of the big media
companies.
Its all about to go horribly wrong in a BIG way.
Pope Charles
SubGenius Pope of Houston
Slack!
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From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>
> My replacement unit, the Little Mister Sister,
is autistic, but one of
> the stories he loves to see over and over (did
I say over and over?) is
> any form of Pinocchio (Italian, means knothole
as in wood, q. v.). For
> some reason, while I was watching this movie, I
dementally substituted
> my kid for the little robot, and in the end, I
ended up crying like a
> baby. I'm sure the robot and my kid would like
to be perceived as
> normal (not Normal) and spend another day with
Mom.
HOLY SHIT!!! Now that you mention it I can see how you
might indeed
have a different take and end up blubbering like a baby.
> The movie came SO close to sucking dead donkeys,
though. Just when it
> would be too cute, too lame, or too improbable
to bear one second more,
> the chapters changed and it took off in a totally
other direction. Even
> Robin Williams goofy professoroboto did not hang
around long enough to
> be nauseatingly cloying. That was a very present
surprise. It's like
> they had an extremely accurate SUCK METER on the
set, and when the
> needle went up into the red, they called in the
writers and revised the
> plot to bring it back into acceptable territory.
In this case their suck meter is not calibrated anywhere
near the same
as mine.
But then my kids probably didn't yearn to be normal...
they might have
yearned for ME to be normal now and then.
> Gee, I learned something about my kid and why he
likes Pinocchio so
> much. Hell, even about myself. The human part
strives to be normal at
> all costs, and this telling shows you from a number
of perspectives how
> intense and fundamental that urge is, even if you
are part-Yeti. But of
> course, being normal leads to being a Normal, and
I will have none of
> that...
The movie that reminded me of myself wanting to be normal
was Elephant
Man, where he dies at the end because he's so determined
to sleep like
a normal person, even though he knows it could (and
did) suffocate him
because of his fucked up Big Head. That got me all weepy
and feeling
sorry for myself. I sleep okay, but there were times
when I longed to
be as DUMB as a proper normal person seemed to be. And,
Praise Dobbs, I
GOT MY WISH!!
"Pipe Fairy, please oh please make me a normal
dumbass boy... oh Pipe
fairy please... PLEASE make me a real dumbass..."
> PS, it's a movie, dammit, it's fiction, it isn't
supposed to make
> sense. That's what I chanted to myself after I
saw it.
I didn't have ANY trouble remembering it was fiction
down towards the
end, that was my problem.
And now it's got me wondering how Hindu audiences like
the "each
space-time pathway can be used only once" bit.
Reincarnation is not in
this movie's rulebook.
Okay okay, I will admit that I'm a LITTLE TINY BIT jealous of Spielberg.
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From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>
> The MP3 CR holders are getting bitchy about enforcing
licenses,
> as are other media SW. We know the score on JPGs.
> So expect more GPL type media stuff in the near
future.
> Most of this stuff runs first on Linux and migrates.
> Anywhoo, you may wanna investigate running Yellow
Dog Linux
> made for Macs, get a second HD, load it and run
a bare
> installation with just enough to handle Ogg, and
other
> stuff we will all have to migrate to when the Con
tries
> to control every byte that might be copied or viewed
> or listened to by anybody at the behest of the
big media
> companies.
I'm not about to make that certain of a prediction,
but I know for sure
that They CAN crack down and thus they will, it's just
a question of to
what extent. My instincts tell me to download as if
my very life
depended on it.
Luckily I get kind of a kick out of learning cool geek
high-school
hacker crap, so I'm not too worried on my own account.
Wait, I just
thought of some of the other things I've been blithely
getting away
with. Scratch what I just said. I'm more worried than
ever.
I haven't talked to the Negativland guys in a while.
I felt real creepy when I went to update some Apple
related prog and
the installer looked at my existing shit and then raced
back home to
tell Papa what it found, in excruciating detail. One
of these days
instead of saying "Do you want to quit, or make
another installation?"
it will say "Report to Courtroom 9 at the Federal
courthouse downtown 8
am 7-8-02". I can't even imagine how paranoid some
of the Windows
people must be getting. Am I Dale Gribble yet?
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From: "Bud" <budec@qwest.net>
HEY, do NOT knock the teddy bear! That was the only
"hope" or "strength"
whatever the fuck you want to call it that kept me sane
while watching that
running feces sprayed onto the wide screen...
If it wasn't for that robotic teddy bear (and the fanstasy
I had about
owning my own talking/walking teddy bear (no these are
NOT dirty fantasies))
I would of killed everyone in that movie house with
a slurpy straw...
I left with my head down chanting "Grape or Red, Grape or RED"
Regards,
Bud
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From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>
Oh, I agree with you about Teddy... he was the colest
character in the
movie. That's why I couldn't figure out why they kept
saying the kid
was so human. Yeah, DUMB like a human. Teddy had to
tell him when to RUN.
I was pretty blown away by the Teddy EFFECT. I honestly
don't know if
it was a midget in a suit or all animated. I haven't
been keep up on
Cinefex like I used to.
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From: "Pater Nostril" <paternostril@subgenius.com>
It was done with a marionette like Howdy Doody, then
St Byron was called in
to digitally erase all the strings; a perfect blend
of high & low tech!
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From: Her Ladyship Lilith von Fraumench <lilith@ZubJenius.com> wrote:
> In my household, Zemeckis is a cussword, but Spielberg
is merely a
> rude noise.
Ever notice how "Lucas" rhymes with "tuchus"?
Her Ladyship Lilith
--
\m/ -=8=- http://lilith.foolspress.com/ -=8=- \m/
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From: Geoff Bronner <geoff.bronner@dartmouth.edu>
> But then, the trauma of SNOW WHITE didn't kill
me, and E.T. didn't kill
> my kids. And I'm against censorship. Eh.
That's ok... you don't have to be. Spielberg is sanitizing
the
anniversary release of E.T. himself.
F&SF Magazine had a review of A.I. that was just
harsh. I read it three
of four times it was so great.
-G
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From: thedoge@pobox.com (The_Doge of St. Louis)
>Did anybody think A.I. was as stupid as I did?
Well, my Spousal Overunit and I, to name two.
>But, as the movie wore on, we found it increasingly
hard to forgive the
>blatant, laughable, glaring holes in logic, and
the insultingly
>transparent nature of the emotional manipulation.
Yah. I don't mind that much when a writer and/or director
can bring a
lump to my throat, but I sure as hell don't like it
when they do it by
thumbing their noses at all EIGHT DISTINCT PARTS OF
MY BRAIN!!
Spileberg is the anti-"Bob".
>Plus, the whole BASIC CONFLICT made NO FUCKING SENSE
from the git-go.
>You can program these machines to a practically
human, or more than
>human, level of intelligence -- but you can't DEPROGRAM
them? How
>convenient for a tear jerker. This future yuppieland
can build these
>things, but they can't blank their files back to
factory default??
>Uh-HUH.
You'd think will all the computer techies they had to
have on hand to keep
them graphics workstations running, SOMEBODY would have
brought up the
concept of reformatting the hard drive. I can only
assume Spielberg
figures most of his audienc are such yokels what they
won't know that you
can wipe the disk.
Well, he may be right there, but does he have to be so SMUG about it?
>And the notion that this particular boybot is smarter
or dreamier than
>the other models. Sure doesn't seem that way. Joe
the gigolo robot and
>the god damn talking Teddy bear, indeed all the
side character bots you
>see in the cage scene, display every bit as much
as if not more "human
>qualities" than David the hero boybot does.
Especially the teddy bear; easily the most slackful
thing in the entire
"Bob"forsaken endeavor. He's got Presidential
qualities, that one does.
And he's more human than the one we've got now.
>I will admit that A.I. gave me the MAJOR WILLIES
in its first third,
>on account of effectively getting me all worked
up and of conflicting
>feelings and parental instincts over what was basically
a special
>effect representing a souped up version of my own
G4 Macintosh. A
>"Muleskinner 9000," so to speak, that
looked like my own little boy
>and needed help getting its pajamas on, and I was
FRETTING about it.
>FUCKING CREEPY!!! A mood blown by the last third's
descent into
>Ramtha-land.
Hell, we don't even HAVE kids and it creeped us out.
Not that it matters, but does anybody have any clue
as to what, exactly,
the late Stanley Kubrick had to do with the fininished
product, if
anything? The movie droids in the Con media kept going
on about how it
was a Kubrick film AND a Spielberg film ("It's
a desert topping AND a
floor wax!") but I really don't get the connection.
--
<*> ObQuote: "Beyond its entertainment value,
Baywatch has enriched and,
in may cases, helped to save lives. I'm looking forward
to the opportunity
to continue with a project which has had such siginficance
for so many."
-- David Hasselhoff
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<*>The_Doge of St. Louis Stage, screen,
radio
http://www.pobox.com/~thedoge/ http://www.stageleft.org
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