So there’s this Westworld thing that premiered over the weekend that’s supposedly pretty good. It’s got a great cast, it’s likely well shot, slickly made, and probably fairly entertaining. HBO is sure hoping it’s the next Game of Thrones. But I don’t care. I’ll not be watching.
So last year there was this Ex Machina movie that was supposedly pretty good. They said it had a great cast, interesting dialogue, and a strong plot. I didn’t see it. I don’t care.
I don’t care about robots. The very thought of the concept on screen just bores me. I’d loosely heard about Westworld and was mildly interested. I worship Westerns and was hopeful that HBO was going to attempt another go at the genre. There’s a lot of room left to still make something as good as Deadwood if people actually tried. But then I read Westworld was about a robot theme park. When I heard this, I immediately fell asleep due to boredom by osmosis. My dogs had to revive me with smelling salts. They still won’t tell me where they got them from.
Yeah lady, I know. I’d need a nap too.
I already know how Westworld is going to play out. The robots will become more human over time and contrast themselves with the barbarity of the humans who made and abuse them due to our own primal nature and we’ll have to see in the robots what it really means to be human and maybe some of the humans in the television will see the robots and remember what’s it’s like to be human and for you see philosophy and the human psyche are concepts that transcend, … [sleeps] [sleeps] [dogs dart over with salts]
Oh, that and graphic violence and gratuitous nudity. You need that in smart psychological dramas too. There’s apparently a vicious rape scene in the very first episode of Westworld. Don’t believe the HBO lie that it has anything to do with the plot or some high minded concept. It’s there for shock value and eyeballs. As is the overall level of brutality and nakedness. Apparently Ex Machina had an excessive amount of nudity and violence as well. I’m sure that was just a coincidence.
Yeah lady, I know. I’d need a nap too.
Robots are not human. They will never be human. So the very idea of spending multiple seasons watching Westworld and trying to develop some kind of intellectual connection with a robot character is beyond my comprehension. How can you relate to or root for a character that’s not really alive? I’d feel more remorse killing a spider in my bedroom than watching some robot get hurt on screen. If I was forced to watch Westworld with a girl on the couch, and she starts talking about how she understands the trials of Robot Emma and finds the show entertaining, I’d likely remark in my most deadpan condescending voice imaginable, “Why? It’s just a fucking robot.” And that’d be that relationship, and I’d have to begin a new online search.
Once upon a time I used to be in the 1’s and 0’s business. I hated it. I will never go back. But I’ve learned enough to know that artificial intelligence is a crock. A robot can be programmed to solve math, play chess, or even enslave humanity. I admit it could happen. But at its most base level that doesn’t mean a robot can attain self-awareness. It’ll still just be a machine programmed by a human to fulfill tasks, even if in theory it can also self-learn. 1’s and 0’s is not consciousness. Humanity is not God. A robot is not alive.
Just about the only time I think I’ve ever felt any sympathy for a robot on screen is Data, or Arnold in Terminator 2. You’ll remember that factory scene, right? Despite the fact that Arnold was bound for the path of an adulterous failed governor and Edward a coked out mess this whole exchange is just awesome, as is the whole movie. The scene really gets to you. Arnold’s generally a likeable actor and really does a good job of turning this faceless killing machine into a sympathetic character. You laugh at him, you root for him, you’re sad when he dies. This I cared about, sort of. But in the end it loses its impact over time. Because in the end after you’ve lost the initial first time edge of the power of this scene, you remember it’s just a robot.
“I know now why you cry. But I still don’t have a beating heart.”
The same basic concepts hold true for Data. You care about him too. You get to see him grow for seven years. But I’ve always had this distant attachment with Data. I can root for him, but have always felt him distinctly apart and separate from the other characters. And, I guess once you’ve seen that robot development story done, it’s done. Why bother seeing it done again? That show was like 15 years ago.
In the end I suspect the way Star Trek told Data’s story is going to be infinitely smarter and more entertaining than anything Westworld can churn out for the masses. And with 98% less nudity and bloodshed too.
Oh man, do I sure miss the low key, intelligent, entertaining ways of this show.