A. Waller Hastings
Northern State University
Aberdeen, SD  57401

I, Robot 


        It’s the middle of summer.  Time for Will Smith to save the world.
        Over the past several years, the former Fresh Prince has been promoted to King of the Summer Blockbusters, and once again he delivers the goods in I, Robot, a sci-fi action film loosely based on stories by Isaac Asimov.
        Even before the movie was released, Asimov fans on the Internet were debating whether it would be true to the author’s intent.  I haven’t read his robot stories since I was a teenager, but a colleague with more recent experience pronounced herself satisfied, especially with the portrayal of the only character to also appear in the books, Dr. Susan Calvin (Bridget Moynahan).
        Asimov’s famous Three Laws of Robotics play a central role in the movie’s plot.  In the year 2035, Chicago detective Del Spooner (Smith) is called to the headquarters of US Robotics to investigate the apparent suicide of robot inventor Alfred Lanning (James Cromwell).  He soon suspects a robotic killer, although that would seem to violate the first and most important robotic law, that a robot may not injure a human being.
        For most moviegoers, though, fidelity to Asimov’s robotic world will be less important than the fact that this is a Will Smith action movie.  Before it’s over, we want Smith to make wisecracks, get beaten up, and beat the enemy with his fists and some awfully big handguns.  We are not disappointed.
        “I, Robot” departs from earlier Smith blockbusters in significant ways, though.  This is a film of ideas, with a more serious side than the campy Wild, Wild West and Men in Black, or even the apocalyptic Independence Day.  In addition to the obvious theme of technophobia, there are important undercurrents about prejudice and about what constitutes a “person.”
        Are robots “people”?  What if a robot could dream, or feel emotion?  Would it still be just a machine?  The robot who wants to be human is already familiar from earlier films like Bicentennial Man (also from a story of Asimov’s) and Commander Data from Star Trek: The Next Generation.
        And if robots could be “people,” what should be our attitude toward them? In a delicious bit of irony, the (white) head of US Robotics – “the richest man in the world” – calls detective Spooner on his intense dislike for robots:  “Prejudice never shows much reason,” he says.
        In keeping with the serious theme, the humor is a bit more subdued than in most Smith action films.  His character has a darker side, haunted by memories of the event that turned him against robots, and some of the funniest lines are given to other actors, as when Spooner mistakenly brings down a robot he thinks has snatched a purse.  The asthmatic woman whose inhaler the robot was retrieving tells him, “You’re lucky I can’t breathe or I’d walk all up and down your [posterior].”
        When Spooner asks the rigidly controlled Dr. Calvin what her function at the robotic company is, she deadpans, “to make the robots seem more human.”  Naturally, enough, by the end of the movie we are convinced that robots can be human – and so can the ice maiden, who thaws under the spell of Spooner’s charm.
        The film continues a recent trend of showing the future as not very unlike today.  Remember when science fiction set even a few years ahead involved fancy, technological sets?  Visually, Chicago in 2035 looks an awful lot like Chicago in 2004, except for the robots walking around.  The cityscape contains much of the existing notable architecture, although the Sears Tower has lost its title as the city’s tallest – that distinction goes to the gleaming US Robotics tower, the one futuristic set in the film.
        Spooner’s apartment could be any urban bachelor’s flat today, right down to the JVC stereo (playing Stevie Wonder’s “Superstition” (1972), already an oldie today) and his preferred footwear, vintage Converse All-Stars.  A diner where Spooner eats and a bar where he and Lt. Bergin have a couple of beers also resemble their present-day equivalents – except, of course, for inflation: a breakfast of steak and eggs at the diner is $30.95; a couple of beers at the bar bring a bill of $46.
       
Now that’s scary!

This review appeared in the Aberdeen American News on July 18, 2004.

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