FJ!! & Production Design

So I am watching AI: Artificial Intelligence, and it is supposed to be not too far in the future. I haven't wacthed that much of it yet, so far it seems to be the story of a golden retriever, a machine evolved for the niche of social parasitism, in the shape of Haley Joel Osment.

Two things so far:

Haley is a really good artificial being. I wonder how much of it is acting.

I keep getting distracted by the production design of the modern house in the not too far future. All the furniture, the floors, the doors, is all supposed to be modern and stuff, but all I keep thinking is "Yellow version of the pouf from the new designer at Ligne Roset. Yup, there's that meshy computer pedestal on castors from the web. Floor's laminate, probably 3000 bucks for that area, would be better lighter. Nice use of the cube shelving from DWR. I have those plastic boxes in my living room."

It's totally ripping me out of this cheesy Speilberg movie -- "The man is in turmoil, glide in for a close-up!" -- but so far it is ok. 21 minutes into the thing and I don't give a crap about anyone because they all are written as simulacra. Spielberg's giving me archetypes instead of people again.

FJ!! on "AI: Artificial Intelligence"

I can't decide whom Steve Spielberg hates more, Stanley Kubrick of which he rapes and pillages his current and past material (what, after that kind of style break and journey David doesn't turn into a spacebaby?) or the audience that he tortures with a ploddingly paced, punch-pulling, sci-fi hating, no-idea-developing remake mishmash of Pinocchio and E.T. about the gratification of a protagonist so badly developed this member of the audience could barely regard it as anything beyond a creepy walking toaster that should simply have had its cord yanked.

Steven, why do you hate us so?