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Just saw it. Bloody awful.
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Plotless, directionless, vapid toss. Mindbogglingly banal and meaningless ending. Lapses in internal logic you could drive a truck through. Gahhhh...
I assume we're meant to care about what happens to the Osment creature? Not to take away from his performance, which was, as usual, fantastic (especially given what little he had to work with), but why?
They seemed to be making the assertion that 'David' was the first of his kind, a robot that could act on his desires and search for what he wanted. Handily ignoring the fact that Jude Law's 'Joe' steers the kid towards everything. 'David' is wandering around like a tiny obsessive freakish Rain Boy with his mouth perpetually open, until 'Joe' suggests visiting Doctor Know. 'David' has no idea what the advice given to him means, until 'Joe' spells it out to him. 'David' can't even fly the fucking amphibicoptor thing until 'Joe' gets in and flies it for him. 'Joe' is the one who, when recaptured, says the only interesting line in the movie ("I am. I was...") when asking 'David' to remember him.
Of course, the scary little tyke had just tried to commit suicide by falling off a skyscraper into the ocean because he was confronted with the fact that he was destined to be massproduced. Yes, he can certainly forge his own destiny. He was more of a muppet than his Teddy.
The events of the movie clearly spell out the fact that he was programmed to love anyone who imprinted the code on him. He continued to love his 'mommy' with a blind, unimaginative, obsessive, programmed zeal until the end. In what way has he learned, or been capable of learning, how to love? Now, if he'd learned to love his little shit of a 'brother', that would have been a miracle of sentience.
Just another example of Spielberg's own obsessive emotional manipulation... poor Stevie didn't have a happy childhood, and now needs to refer to broken homes and shattered families in everything he does. He's a cunt. Someone hold him down so I can shit on him like he's been shitting on cinema for the last fifteen years. |
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