I had an existential crisis watching A.I. For the first time. How everything we do and say and are can be reduced to programming: “I’ll break…you’ll break…we’re in a cage.”
weird menace and excessive bloodletting
Saw A.I. last night. There's lots to say about Spielberg's own ambivalence towards his legacy, the commodification of sentiment, and the impermanence of innocence. But to me, the most notable thing about the film is how gross I felt watching it. I had a bad, bad time and that's interesting!
