On the plus side, OK, we have a movie where the robots don't immediately want to kill all people (or turn them in to batteries? Or something equally ludicrous).
But that's about where it ends. This movie kept promising a serious investigation of what it might mean to have perfect lovebots, but in the end (as usual) it didn't deliver. I should have known - and switched off - at the point where we got that second cliche of the robot movie, the robot asking "What is love" (or in this case "What does it feel like to have an orgasm?").
The Straussian reading of this movie is that it's basically "some women are pathologically incapable of being happy. And would rather condemn everyone around them to similar unhappiness than change a damn thing about themselves and their lives".
That's a possible reading, but I think it's too kind. I think the obvious reading is the correct one: shallow movie made by a shallow mind incapable of seeing anything original beyond what you've already encountered in a thousand other works of fiction. Waste of time.
But that's about where it ends. This movie kept promising a serious investigation of what it might mean to have perfect lovebots, but in the end (as usual) it didn't deliver. I should have known - and switched off - at the point where we got that second cliche of the robot movie, the robot asking "What is love" (or in this case "What does it feel like to have an orgasm?").
The Straussian reading of this movie is that it's basically "some women are pathologically incapable of being happy. And would rather condemn everyone around them to similar unhappiness than change a damn thing about themselves and their lives".
That's a possible reading, but I think it's too kind. I think the obvious reading is the correct one: shallow movie made by a shallow mind incapable of seeing anything original beyond what you've already encountered in a thousand other works of fiction. Waste of time.