Does Anyone Else Get Creeped out By the A.I. Movie?
I just saw Steven Spielberg's A.I. for the 3rd time, and every time I watch it, I'm completely creeped out by the ending of it. I mean the part after the 2000-years-out cyborgs pick up David in the amphibicopter and download his memories to resurrect his mom. (That was a spoiler for you cavedwelling Luddites who haven't seen it yet - so sue me.)
Does anyone else who has seen this movie think it's absolutely, well, icky when David greets his negligee-wearing mom who spends most of her Get-Out-Of-The-Afterlife-Free pass saying really creeped out, coquettish things and putting out a "hello, stranger!" vibe to her little robot son?
Okay, maybe it's me, but it felt really wrong and not at all as innocent and sweet as Spielberg probably would have us believe. That movie was so great up until he's rescued by the cyborgs. Equally disturbing and childlike with great acting, etc., then we get into Oedipusland and it goes whacko.
I kept thinking what kind of weirdo psychic damage little Haley Joel Osment is going to be shlepping around after that movie came out. First, equate yourself with a robot son who's not good enough to earn his mother's affections through unconditional love. Spend your life looking for it in a hostile uncaring world filled with untrustable liars. Then get only one day to spend with her re-animated corpse to discover that she's hitting on you, kind of. Ni-ice. Enjoy puberty, Haley.
Does anyone else who has seen this movie think it's absolutely, well, icky when David greets his negligee-wearing mom who spends most of her Get-Out-Of-The-Afterlife-Free pass saying really creeped out, coquettish things and putting out a "hello, stranger!" vibe to her little robot son?
Okay, maybe it's me, but it felt really wrong and not at all as innocent and sweet as Spielberg probably would have us believe. That movie was so great up until he's rescued by the cyborgs. Equally disturbing and childlike with great acting, etc., then we get into Oedipusland and it goes whacko.
I kept thinking what kind of weirdo psychic damage little Haley Joel Osment is going to be shlepping around after that movie came out. First, equate yourself with a robot son who's not good enough to earn his mother's affections through unconditional love. Spend your life looking for it in a hostile uncaring world filled with untrustable liars. Then get only one day to spend with her re-animated corpse to discover that she's hitting on you, kind of. Ni-ice. Enjoy puberty, Haley.
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