A pleasant surprise, which was almost unanimously. SF film on a budget.
We emphasized minimalism and modesty. It is elegant, it plays in its limitations and constraints, including tributes, it exploits them with enough intelligence and sensitivity to release several layers of understanding, leaving the viewer free to find what makes sense for him. It is above all an intimate film.
Echoes of 2001, Solaris, Blade Runner, and many others are called - can not be avoided, so as to integrate them - but to move to other issues, smaller again.
The usual figures are gently subverted: one leaves the usual question of "transcendence" and his nostalgia (melancholy of the droid or clone not be human in Blade R; schizoidism computer by serving a possibility "beyond" its programming in 2001, etc.) .
Here, the clone is immediately saw what he believed himself to be: a mere mortal, worked by memories, projects, desires (Implanted or not, it matters little end), subject to depression, haunted by loneliness, illness and death - and wanting to escape at all costs.
On the other hand, the computer is no longer an obstacle threatening. Programmed in the limit, to attend the clone that he "knows" finite, fragile - as a machine of flesh and blood, he participated in the drama of the objective revelation of this finitude aggravated or multiplied by 2: in addition to its concerns mortal, astronaut Sam attendant to extract helium 3 on a lunar station, is concerned to discover that these very real concerns do not belong to the same not.
Neutral, the computer no longer overhanging: neither friend nor foe, he sought the best solution to ensure that Sam alive. Therefore it is not shocking that the clone maintains relations with him beyond the human lure of expected "anthropomorphism" of the machine. This is not because it is sublimated and idealized, it is simply that both "communicate" within the limits of their own, meeting so indirectly: the computer is objectively the mirror of the limit of what he intended to attend.
Beau diversion, thus, imaging Traditional, in SF, the "matrix" omnipotent (in Alien, or intoxicated by the "divine" and anguished by his own mortality, as in 2001).
the same logic, discrete exceeded the traditional duality in this kind of story, between "man" and "clone". Clone no longer aspires to be a man, to know the "secret" of mortality that "crowd", as in blade runner, or to some extent the child-robot who wants AI be a "real boy" as his mother could love. It is already "man", so what he wants, it's just "not dying" If possible, do not be crushed by the "machine" of the company once his contract expires in three years ("Wake up, Gepeto" said his twin). Or leave, come back "at home". Even if he never had a "home". And that both Sam discover: its / their wives, his / their daughter do not exist "for him / them." They are not original on Sun, which he watches over his daughter.
Sam the most "dashing", the least damaged, simply because he was activated later, and goes to another form of death, ultimately, "freedom to his death", more permanent . We find a vague scent of the finale of THX Lucas, when Duval rises to the surface.
The end, as allusive qu'expédiée (too fast, say some), we suggest the two possibilities of his "future", through the press radio: the information it will take to heart before revealing that his time the program has expired will pass either a fool or to an "undocumented immigrant". In both cases, this should be locked up.
The film invites a somewhat melancholy meditation on the relationship of self to its finitude, as well as mortality than limit (meaning "Kantian") of what is allowed to know.
The theme of the double, without much "fuss" metaphysics, seems to be naturally generated by the different voltages or phases that would play in a single solitary individual, between the discovery of his finitude, his rebellion, his resignation, its acceptance, affirming its vital power in mimetic rivalry, despite his desire to surpass all its dual-finiteness "of escape," without being assured that this desire is not the ultimate lure, he is not already crushed from all sources by a dummy in a closed world, not out: the simulacrum that produced it, from A to Z.
I saw a political dimension discrete. In the dialogue of late, especially with the computer, a dialogue which has all of a cliche, but cliche is another resonance. " We are not programming weekends Are People" he tells the machine how to talk to himself as much as the computer: we meet good people as models, interchangeable tools men- , machine tools, tasks and roles that the system we have assigned. We have been conditioned to believe that it was our only horizon, to the point of take pride idiot (which is continually whispered by propaganda and sickly sweet spots unanimist, registered in the utilitarianism of an eco-soft totalitarianism: to sacrifice for the survival of the body-planet), but in ourselves, something sick and tired body that resists being a disposable cog.
environment cheapies and crafts here has more density and evocative poetry a profusion of digital SFX. The moon is felt as it may be, at least: an environment without past or future, a dead star, which we dragged with difficulty. A mirror image of life desired.
Sam Rockwell amazing.
Echoes of 2001, Solaris, Blade Runner, and many others are called - can not be avoided, so as to integrate them - but to move to other issues, smaller again.
The usual figures are gently subverted: one leaves the usual question of "transcendence" and his nostalgia (melancholy of the droid or clone not be human in Blade R; schizoidism computer by serving a possibility "beyond" its programming in 2001, etc.) .
Here, the clone is immediately saw what he believed himself to be: a mere mortal, worked by memories, projects, desires (Implanted or not, it matters little end), subject to depression, haunted by loneliness, illness and death - and wanting to escape at all costs.
On the other hand, the computer is no longer an obstacle threatening. Programmed in the limit, to attend the clone that he "knows" finite, fragile - as a machine of flesh and blood, he participated in the drama of the objective revelation of this finitude aggravated or multiplied by 2: in addition to its concerns mortal, astronaut Sam attendant to extract helium 3 on a lunar station, is concerned to discover that these very real concerns do not belong to the same not.
Neutral, the computer no longer overhanging: neither friend nor foe, he sought the best solution to ensure that Sam alive. Therefore it is not shocking that the clone maintains relations with him beyond the human lure of expected "anthropomorphism" of the machine. This is not because it is sublimated and idealized, it is simply that both "communicate" within the limits of their own, meeting so indirectly: the computer is objectively the mirror of the limit of what he intended to attend.
Beau diversion, thus, imaging Traditional, in SF, the "matrix" omnipotent (in Alien, or intoxicated by the "divine" and anguished by his own mortality, as in 2001).
the same logic, discrete exceeded the traditional duality in this kind of story, between "man" and "clone". Clone no longer aspires to be a man, to know the "secret" of mortality that "crowd", as in blade runner, or to some extent the child-robot who wants AI be a "real boy" as his mother could love. It is already "man", so what he wants, it's just "not dying" If possible, do not be crushed by the "machine" of the company once his contract expires in three years ("Wake up, Gepeto" said his twin). Or leave, come back "at home". Even if he never had a "home". And that both Sam discover: its / their wives, his / their daughter do not exist "for him / them." They are not original on Sun, which he watches over his daughter.
Sam the most "dashing", the least damaged, simply because he was activated later, and goes to another form of death, ultimately, "freedom to his death", more permanent . We find a vague scent of the finale of THX Lucas, when Duval rises to the surface.
The end, as allusive qu'expédiée (too fast, say some), we suggest the two possibilities of his "future", through the press radio: the information it will take to heart before revealing that his time the program has expired will pass either a fool or to an "undocumented immigrant". In both cases, this should be locked up.
The film invites a somewhat melancholy meditation on the relationship of self to its finitude, as well as mortality than limit (meaning "Kantian") of what is allowed to know.
The theme of the double, without much "fuss" metaphysics, seems to be naturally generated by the different voltages or phases that would play in a single solitary individual, between the discovery of his finitude, his rebellion, his resignation, its acceptance, affirming its vital power in mimetic rivalry, despite his desire to surpass all its dual-finiteness "of escape," without being assured that this desire is not the ultimate lure, he is not already crushed from all sources by a dummy in a closed world, not out: the simulacrum that produced it, from A to Z.
I saw a political dimension discrete. In the dialogue of late, especially with the computer, a dialogue which has all of a cliche, but cliche is another resonance. " We are not programming weekends Are People" he tells the machine how to talk to himself as much as the computer: we meet good people as models, interchangeable tools men- , machine tools, tasks and roles that the system we have assigned. We have been conditioned to believe that it was our only horizon, to the point of take pride idiot (which is continually whispered by propaganda and sickly sweet spots unanimist, registered in the utilitarianism of an eco-soft totalitarianism: to sacrifice for the survival of the body-planet), but in ourselves, something sick and tired body that resists being a disposable cog.
environment cheapies and crafts here has more density and evocative poetry a profusion of digital SFX. The moon is felt as it may be, at least: an environment without past or future, a dead star, which we dragged with difficulty. A mirror image of life desired.
Sam Rockwell amazing.
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