A.I.
April 15th 2002 -
I’m not too sure what to say about the film A.I. I’m slightly too annoyed to say anything witty and cruel, as I would like to. Suffice to say, I really disliked the film. A lot. My emotional response isn’t entirely deserved, ’cause it looks great and the acting is fine, and there’s plenty to like. However, the film has a DEAR GOD MAKE IT STOP ending of awe-inspiring misguidedness and the view of artificial intelligences is taken straight from the golden age of SF. I imagine Greg Egan seeing it, laughing bitterly, and rushing off to write a sequel to Diaspora. That’s what I want to do.
Lazy
Very lazy indeed. Yawn. I went over to Chris & Amanda’s for the usual roleplaying night, and came home suffering from horrible hay-fever (alarmed that it might have been a cold – they both were getting over a horrible virus, but it doesn’t seem to have taken.) Anyway, the hayfever knocked me out for all of yesterday, tight chest, puffy face, headache.
Ico
I finished Ico yesterday, and it proved to be the bright spot of the day. I was feeling fairly fragile, but I’m not sure whether it would have mattered – the ending was devastating, even though I knew it was coming, and I had a few tears and a big lump in my throat. The game was gorgeous, a wonderful experience (if a little too easy).