I, Robot
Saw the movie on Friday night.
I was a little apprehensive about shattered envisionings, etc. I grew up on Asimov's robot stories (among others) and have always had a soft spot for his fiction. I remember feeling genuinely sad when I heard about his death in 1992. As far as I'm aware, he's still the only author that has had at least one work published in every single sub-classification of the Dewey system. His fiction style, which is more of a minimalist zen-like non-style in its simplicity and straightforwardness, is uniquely refreshing and readable; you read *through* the words, if you like, rather than being aware that you're Reading A Story.
So if you're not familiar with Asimov's work, pop down to the library and borrow one of his short-story anthologies, or read the Foundation trilogy.
Anyway. The movie.
If I had to rate it, I'd give it three-and-a-half stars out of four.
It wasn't anything like a direct adaptation of any of his robot stories. What it was, was... a new story, true to their spirit. Really. I say that without any hint of silliness. It contained several very recognisable themes and sequences from his older robot stories, such as the single robot that was, somehow, different, and tried to hide among other outwardly identical units. The robot that dreamed of salvation. The question of consciousness. Susan Calvin. Not Susan Calvin anything in particular, just Susan Calvin. A US Robotics HQ building that looked like USR HQ should look.
And the cliché Outmoded Gasoline-Powered Vehicle Pulled from Dusty Garage by Main Character in SF Movie after Losing Original High Tech Conveyance was... an MV Agusta F4.
Class.
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