The Tyranny of Love

Written by Andrés Buesa. Posted in CCSBlog

colin farrell in the lobster

 The Lobster (Yorgos Lanthimos, 2015)

As the official selections of many international festivals prove, Greece is one of those countries (together with Romania, South Korea or Iran) that are opening new territories in 21st century cinema. Among the filmmakers linked to the so-called New Greek Cinema, Yorgos Lanthimos is with no doubt the most successful and fascinating of them. In his short career, this 44-year-old director has established himself as one of the most talented auteurs of recent European cinema, and even if his movies do not fit in any genre, his first film in the United States, The Lobster (2015), cannot be considered but a love story.

Yes, a love story. Critics may have focused on its satirical sense of humour, or its links with other dystopian films, but the most interesting aspect of the movie is its discourse on love and relationships. Even if Lanthimos picks up in The Lobster some of the elements that were there in his previous films Dogtooth (2009) and Alps (2011)--the uncanny feeling produced by settings and characters that seem at once familiar and unfamiliar, recognizable yet strange--the focus of his new feature film is extremely human: love. Its discourse is articulated in two parts corresponding with the two halves in which the film is divided.

In the first one, David (Collin Farrell) is forced to enter into a sort of dystopian facility in which singles have 45 days to find a partner, or they’ll be transformed into an animal. The activities and rules in this institution are oriented to that goal: from gala dinners (at midday) in which they can dance with other residents to the prohibition of masturbation, all for the guests to find their ideal partner. This unrealistic atmosphere, though, conveys a very relevant critique: the pressure to find a partner and get married in our contemporary world. As in the film’s dystopian society singles are not allowed to exist, this clearly reflects our tendency to consider coupledom as the norm and other options as deviant. Even the obsession with compatibility (the two members of the couple have to have something in common, i.e. frequent noise bleeding, having no feelings or being short-sighted) reminds of Tinder’s concept of the match.

In the middle of the film, however, David rebels against this single-minded conception of the couple and escapes from the hotel. He gets to the woods, where he finds a group of people apparently living in more freedom. Only one rule stands in this new society: couples are not allowed. While the first half of the movie is devoted to the critique of the couple as the organising element of society, the second examines the opposite view: when being single becomes a must and, as a result, also very dangerous. The rules of the woods restrict David’s freedom as much as the rules in the hotel. The film, therefore, is very critical with the way society confronts love and relationships, either from one extreme or the other. There is, though, a space for hope since David and the unnamed character played by Rachel Weisz fall in love and manage to escape together.

What makes The Lobster superior to the director´s previous films is precisely its ability to use his bizarre style of filmmaking in order to construct a powerful discourse on love. The film is as uncomfortable as it is tender, as difficult to explain as necessary to see. 

The Birth of a Border

Written by Celestino Deleyto. Posted in CCSBlog

(Denis Villeneuve, 2016)

In Arrival some very sophisticated aliens (almost) land in twelve, apparently random, locations around the world. We only become familiar with one of their gigantic ships but assume that the rest behave in a similar way. In Montana, the army soon builds a perimeter around the spot to protect the country from potential invaders and only a very select group of people is allowed to cross it. A very basic, unsophisticated variety of border construction. The aliens, for their part, open an entrance into their craft, inviting earthlings in to establish communication. Once in, however, the human characters find an invisible barrier that they are not allowed to cross. No exceptions are made until much later on in the narrative. Around that barrier, precarious communication is established. Since they are so intellectual superior it is difficult to understand why the aliens do not seem to understand English (or any of the other earth languages in the other locations). The US army sensibly hires a brilliant linguist and a supposedly brilliant scientist to try and decipher the aliens’ language. A border has been created and it almost looks like a membrane, extremely difficult to cross but supple enough to encourage the desire to communicate. Gradually, our heroine the linguist begins to understand and to ask questions. The answers, however, are open to interpretation: some read them as a threat of invasion, others as an invitation to establish friendly contact. Very soon the dynamic around the border becomes familiar: one driven by linguistic and cultural barriers, fear and curiosity about the other, and of course geopolitical agendas. Interestingly, the US authorities, maybe still Obama-like, are more open to explore exchange. The Chinese and the Russians are more aggressive and belligerent. Around the ambiguous membrane, ideology is immediately constructed. For a fantasy film, Arrival is pretty accurate about the functioning of borders in a global world.

Interesting Fluff (The Intern, Nancy Meyers, 2015)

Written by Celestino Deleyto. Posted in CCSBlog

THE INTERN Movie PosterA bright young man has a business idea and creates a start-up company to sell clothes online. After 18 months the company has become very successful and has grown from twenty-five to over two hundred employees, so big that the creator and owner is beginning to doubt his own ability to run it. He has a wife and a little daughter. When the company started the protagonist's wife was also working and was, in fact, more successful professionally than her husband, but, then decided to give up her career to stay at home and look after the child. Our hero is very good at what he does, works very hard and spends all day at work. He sees his daughter very little, but still makes the effort to take her to school in the morning whenever he can and keep up with her school, friends, parties, etc. After all, this is a Hollywood film. He eats lunch and dinner at work, sleeps very little and is permanently exhausted, but he is young and gets a rush from his success. He loves his job. By the time he gets home in the evening his wife is asleep. The marriage undergoes a relatively little crisis in the course of the film, but what is important is that the man follows and fulfills his dream.

So far nothing unusual. We’ve seen this story (minus the start-up and online business) many times before. This comes close to a description of the plot of The Intern, except for the small detail that I got the genders wrong: The protagonist is not a man but a woman, the spouse is a man, and the daughter is still the daughter. Jules (Anne Hathaway) smiles her way through her extra-busy life, quietly overcomes the obstacles in her way, ignores the gossip of the other mothers at school, and, at the end, remains as powerful, as driven, and as successful at the head of ‘About the Fit,” her online company. Her husband Matt (Anders Holm), whose turn has come to play The Little Mermaid’s Ariel at school, finds it hard to adapt but understands Jules dreams and roots for her. In terms of star power, the names and charisma of the actors playing the couple leave us in no doubt as to whom this film is about.

As happened with Meyers’ previous films, The Intern will surely be criticized for its candy-floss soft center. True, Brooklyn looks gorgeous; the interior decoration is striking; the characters are mostly happy, even when they cry; there are a few funerals that are equally sunny; and conflicts, such as they are, are effortlessly and painlessly resolved. True, Robert de Niro’s avuncular angel in the shape of intern Ben teaches Jules a thing or two about life and keeps her on course through her doubts. In his opinions and advice he is more of a feminist than Jules herself, an ideological  stubbornness that he combines with a very traditional gentleman-like behavior at all times. But, as our main point of identification, especially for the usual constituency of Meyers’ movies, he contributes in no small measure to the construction of a gender dynamics that is still far from generalized in the real world, and yet in this film appears as perfectly normal. The fluff may still be there but it quietly helps reframe the expectations, the reversal of conventions appearing natural and reasonable.

In one of the film’s funniest moments, Jules drinks one too many tequilas with her male interns and expresses her concerns that, in striving for women’s equality, society has forgotten about men, the result being grown children who are still mostly playing video games on the computer, have never learned to be adults, and have lost step with progress.  She is drunk, and, in his quiet polite way, Ben also helps the young men around him grow up (if only by explaining to them that a shirt is not necessarily a blouse andwhat the point of handkerchiefs is). Hathaway’s Jules, on the other hand, is very feminine, very heterosexual, and very unthreatening. She may not be every feminist's dream, but a smart, powerful, professionally successful woman, who doesn't give up her job in the last reel for the sake of her husband and her family is not half bad as a role model. Maybe still fluff, but quite empowering fluff in its own way.

Journey to Madrid (Truman, Cesc Gay ,2015)

Written by Celestino Deleyto. Posted in CCSBlog

Truman 984199420 largeIn their remarkable body of films, director Cesc Gay and co-scriptwriter Tomàs Aragay, have become the foremost chroniclers of a certain type of contemporary middle-class, urban Catalan society. These are quiet movies in which the characters tend to say little and convey their feelings and even their place in society through their looks and expressions, often framed in close-up. The same actors tend to reappear from one film to the next, contributing to making the social world they describe immediately recognizable and consistent.

The atmosphere of many of their films is suffocating, whether they take place in the city (most of them) or in the mountains (Ficciò, 2006). For the latest venture, the filmmakers themselves seem to have had enough of the world they have created and have decided to travel to Madrid, where the action of Truman (2015) is set. Gay and Aragay are not the only ones to make the short but, in the present social and political climate, difficult journey: many in the cast, including Eduard Fernández, Ágata Roca and Alex Brendemühl among others, as well as most of their habitual crew have followed them. Truman’s Madrid is populated by Catalan characters. In a nice touch, Tomás (Javier Cámara) comes to visit his dying friend Julián (Ricardo Darín) and stays at the Hotel Catalonia during his visit. For all we know, even Truman, Julián’s beloved dog, is Catalan. In this, the movie is as realistic as its predecessors. Also in constructing a Madrid that is in many ways very similar to the Barcelona we have seen in previous movies. Small wonder, since the filmmakers are obviously attracted to the same type of urban spaces, and Madrid and Barcelona are the two foremost Spanish cities, with more things in common than not.

Not only that. Truman is, for the first time in their filmography (if we leave out Gay’s first feature film as director, Hotel Room, 1998), a co-production between Argentinian and Spanish companies. Argentinian star Ricardo Darín repeats from Una pistola en cada mano (2012) but this time he brings Argentinian money with him for the production. Of the three main characters, two are Argentinians living in Madrid, including Julián’s cousin Paula (Dolores Fonzi). Tomás travels to Madrid from his home in Montreal, and Julián’s son Nico (Oriol Pla) is studying in Amsterdam, where his father and Tomás go and visit him. This opening up of the spatial canvas doesn’t produce a drastic change in the story with respect to earlier films, among other reasons, because the actors’ performance is always central in Gay and Aragay’s films and in Truman as in the earlier ones, the actors carry with them their own histories and identities. As a result, the Madrid that we see in this movie is a quietly transnational city, with no sense of hardcore local identity, yet startingly similar to the Barcelona or earlier movies.

The transition from an apparently local to a transnational type of cinema is, therefore, very smooth and effective, and the seeming naturalness of Truman’s cosmopolitan encounters once again confirms the central position of Gay and Aragay as among the most important contemporary Spanish filmmakers, in spite of the so far limited commercial success of their movies, and also the decidedly transnational vocation of most of the best recent Spanish cinema. 


Written by Pablo Gómez Muñoz. Posted in CCSBlog

martian2015At the beginning of The Martian (Ridley Scott, 2015), a sandstorm forces the members of the Ares III mission to leave Mars in a hurry, leaving Mark Watney (Matt Damon) stranded in the red planet. The film revolves solely around Mark's efforts to survive and NASA's plans to rescue him. Yet, The Martian's 142 minutes of running time do not feel tedious. As soon as he finds himself alone on Mars, Mark starts tackling one problem after another. Even though Mark collapses a couple of times, the film maintains an upbeat tone. Mark constantly adds a pinch of sarcasm and even humor to his circumstances, infusing the film with a light-hearted tone that contrasts with the apocalyptic, dystopian, or epic seriousness that characterizes many science fiction films. Among the different strategies that the film uses to create comic situations, music stands out. The only music that Mark can listen to is a mix of 1970s disco songs left behind by commander Lewis (Jessica Chastain). The diegetic and extradiegetic mix includes songs such as "Happy Days" (Pratt and McClain), "Turn the Beat Around" (Vicki Sue Robinson), "Rock the Boat" (The Hues Corporation), "Don't Leave Me This Way" (Thelma Houston), "Starman" (David Bowie), "Waterloo" (ABBA) or "I Will Survive" (Gloria Gaynor). As the titles of some of these songs indicate, they sarcastically play on Mark's situation. Through its use of popular music, The Martian appears to join Guardians of the Galaxy (James Gunn, 2014)—which surprisingly also relies on 1970s songs—in a move towards a more cheerful science fiction cinema.

Viewers have good reasons to empathize with Mark (both because of his situation and because of the comic way in which the movie presents it). Yet, it is striking that the film makes Mark's rescue a global event. Towards the end of the film, people gather in the streets of China, the UK and the US to follow the development of the rescue mission on large screens. A YouTube tie-in video entitled "Bring Him Home" adds several other locations such as France, Russia and a Spanish-speaking country ( In this manner, the film uncritically shows a sort of pseudo-cosmopolitanism in which the struggles of a white US American astronaut to survive generate more empathy around the world than the struggles of other millions of humans that also face life-threatening experiences (although this does not appear in the film). The Martian inadvertently hints that the millions of refugees, migrants, poor people, and people who need medical treatment (among others) all over the world do not raise as much public interest as the astronaut's hypothetical situation. Nor do institutions deploy as many economic resources as in the film. Instead, the often also-accidental situations of these people are regularly met with indifference and sometimes even hatred. Several media have praised The Martian for being scientifically accurate (see, for example, Cofield, McClintock, Saey, or Stofan). However, not many reviews have focused on the social aspects of the film, which, as a matter of fact, may also be uncomfortably close to reality.



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Written by Sergio Marqueta. Posted in CCSBlog

Only God ForgivesDefinitely immersed in the new century, the filmic universe has begun to settle accounts with its past. In the fight about what belongs to this and what to its critique, hybrids like Drive (2011) and Only God Forgives (2013) stand out, both located at the periphery of a Hollywood system that imitates its core –and, in this case, both directed by a Danish filmmaker, with US American production for one and French-Danish for the other.

The transition from day to night defines the characteristics of a vast city, where despite its large population the feeling of being a nobody is most acute. An epitome of the Western drift where you can find yourself in a crowded parking lot and still fail to run into another person. The emptiness left by the day, exhausted by an always routine work, is replaced by the neon lights, a lone automobile and distant shots of a helicopter.

This juxtaposition of the empty and the full equates freedom with the logic of the prison. Characters do time where houses have no peepholes and there are only dreams of escape from sleepless bodies. Drive might look like one of those fables that point to strong emotions beating underneath immutable masks, where the scorpion waits to show its true nature, a self looking to break free.

This theory cannot be held if we note the mix of overlapped shots with no more connection than their mere accumulation. The protagonist does not hide a twisted psyche since moral sense has been replaced by one filmic code, which allows the film to show future and past actions out of sequence, emphasizing the indifference with which they are presented to the viewer; we already know them, anyway. The only uncertainty lies in discovering which film genre will be shown next. The empty performance, melancholy of reality –we can give any explanation to the hero’s(?) motivations (love, justice, feeling alive…) because he lacks content–, is flooded by a compilation of Hollywood-like sequences, serialized to exhaustion: the hardboiled mood, the second-rate mobsters, the tormented antihero, the driving, the heist, the platonic relationship, the true love, the slasher, the fugitive, the loser, the fall, the attempted massacre, the night highway…

            If considered individually, perhaps as a prequel, it becomes a postmodern parody where the impossibility of a fulfilling life is replaced by an aesthetic possibility based on the appropriation of all available signifiers, as if by placing insatiable desire in them something not found anywhere else could be lived; hence those looks that lack genuine reverse shots and can only wait for the next one to replicate. Nevertheless, deploying Only God Forgives as superimposition instead of diptych, the parody turns literal description of America’s exhausted dreams and narratives. Despite trying to displace its coordinates in order to colonize foreign territories by utilizing the same technique, the Other’s resistance is obvious. The strategy will not even work by usingthe reverse classic trick, the depth of the mind vs. the surface of the road, disguised as something alien. The echoes of Black Rain, Blade Runner and, above all, of Wild at Heart cannot reach imaginaries such as I Saw the Devil –it is ironically insightful that spectators like us, trained by Hollywood films, hurry up to recognize lynchian motifs in the film when it is dedicated to Jodorowsky, reclaiming the South prominence in itself.

            The vanguard of this invasion will come in the shape of a spectacular aestheticism that compels us to watch through the filter of the American flag, a representation of their (our) family. White, pure cocaine color cut with gold, the motherland that spoils her bravely sadistic son –Red– and condemns her younger child –Blue–, the blue of justice, which expected to be the alternative to the abuses of capitalist consumerism. The murderer of the father who, once deactivated, has no option but to be reproached for his origin, the emptiness of his destiny. This God who judges him, the West expanding its sickness, crashes against an order without justice –represented in brown and green hues– where the avenger of disorder can only let America die, finishing it off at most, assuming his own mutilation and renouncing to any offspring –as in Drive, when he runs away instead of taking care of the boy with a southern appearance. That which remains must not be confused with the noble savage myth because there is no dialogue or contact with him, only exhausted attempts to capture something that escapes.

            The outcome takes the escape of the American rebel to its last consequences, making us doubt if he has finally reached his goals, if his impotence to face the challenges of the 21st century is confirmed, or even if one conclusion is inseparable from the other.

Not Them, Us

Written by Celestino Deleyto. Posted in CCSBlog

American SniperAmerican Sniper (Clint Eastwood, 2014)

“It’s not about them. It’s about us,” says Taya (Sienna Miller) to her husband, Chris Kyle (Bradley Cooper), the real-life sniper who holds the dubious all-time record of people killed in the history of the U.S. army. She’s not kidding.

American Sniper, Clint Eastwood’s second film of 2014, starts promisingly in media res with Kyle trying to decide whether to shoot his first two victims in Iraq, a mother and child who may be carrying a grenade as they walk towards a U.S. army patrol. Wisely, the movie’s trailer highlights this, by far, the best moment in the film, and consequently promises a much better film than we actually get. The visual and dramatic tension of the moment anticipates a story about geopolitical complexities, ethical quandaries and diverse points of view on a matter of sufficient importance for everybody nowadays, all rendered with the narrative urgency and visual potency of the directors’ best films. While Chris ponders whether or not to pull the trigger we get an extended flashback that summarizes the protagonist’s life up to that point and that may work as a form of explanation of what comes when we return to the present: the moment the protagonist sees that the two Iraqis are indeed carrying grenade he takes them both out. What follows, in a mostly tedious and overlong narrative, is the familiar heroic professionalism, soldierly camaraderie, Arab wickedness and psychological disturbance of the soldier living under such unbearable stress.

Whether the film endorses or distances itself from all this is not even relevant. Beyond the beautifully turned out eyelashes of his rival Syrian-born and Olympic-champion sniper, there is no room for the slightest interest in anybody that is not the elite U.S. soldiers and the hero’s family. Of course, this is an adaptation of a soldier’s autobiography and maybe we should not expect anything different. The fact is, however, that what we get is the umpteenth version of the well-known U.S.-centered perspective: the American way of life has been attacked, we retaliate, we defend our own, we suffer with our lives and our sanity—we and they.

In purely cinematic terms, the movie picks up pace in the final climactic showdown during a sand storm. The final credit sequence is also powerful, as flag-carrying crowds gather around freeways and on bridges to say their last goodbye to their hero, shot dead after his return from the front by one of the veterans he was trying to help. The documentary images, in their contrast with the visual style of what has preceded them, made me feel as though this human group is totally foreign to my sense of humanity, as though their bodies have been taken over by nationalistic body snatchers. Once again, however, their potential ambiguity is dissolved when they are replaced by beautifully framed snapshots that openly celebrate the military, the country, and the flag. It is of course a big mistake and very unprofessional of a film critic to confuse the author and the text, but I couldn’t help being reminded of Eastwood’s appearance at the Republican convention a couple of years ago. Given the excellence of many of the films he has made in the course of forty years or so, somebody close to him should hint that the time to retire may have come.

Jupiter Ascending, the Neoliberal Empire Descending?

Written by Pablo Gómez Muñoz. Posted in CCSBlog

jupiterascendingMost reviews of Jupiter Ascending (The Wachowskis, 2015) point out the dullness and even unbeareableness of its story and action sequences. Certainly, the chases and fight scenes are overly long and often pointless. Like Caine (Channing Tatum) predicts, he and Jupiter (Mila Kunis) do not leave Earth (nor any of the other planets) "without a fight." Another problem is perhaps that Jupiter Ascending tries to do too much. The movie's trailer ends with the phrase "Expand your universe." Keeping their promise, the Wachowskis include at least five different planets, a large array of characters, all sorts of creatures (aliens, lizards, androids, robots, winged human-dog hybrids, elephants, and whatnot), and constant references to other films, which may make some viewers feel like they are watching a giant, aimless pastiche. Yet, even though the references to other films may be disproportionate, they are coherent. To name a few, Jupiter Asceding recalls specific moments from Soylent Green, They Live, Men in Black, In Time, The Hunger Games, and Cloud Atlas, all of them critical dystopias or science fiction films with a critical edge.

Despite all the criticism that the film may deserve, one idea runs smoothly throughout the film: a critique of neoliberal accumulation. Echoing Thomas Piketty's Capital in the Twenty-First Century (2013), Jupiter Ascending points to a tendency towards the replication aristocratic structures in the contemporary world. In Jupiter Ascending, it all runs in the Abrasax royal family, whose members have come to rule the universe by means of inheriting the fortune that their ancestors amassed. Apart from this, they make sure to keep their position by trying to intensify capital accumulation patterns. The Abrasax company raises and "harvests," that is, kills humans in the planets that they own in order to use them as an ingredient for a cosmetic product that keeps people young. In contrast, those who can afford to buy the rejuvenating product may live forever. Like In Time did previously, Jupiter Asceding points to the consequences of accumulation by dispossession. Apart from the obvious inequalities that it generates, both films hint that such profit-generating mechanisms ultimately entail a dispossession of life. The worlds of these films are actually not so alien: as researchers look into ways to widen human lifespans, the global elites keep amassing capital that will eventually allow them to have access to the commodity of life. Jupiter Ascending ends on a more positive note, as Jupiter holds her ground, keeps her "rights" over Earth, presummably stops "harvesting," and the Abrasax headquarters literally crumble. While the film suggests that Jupiter makes the Abrasax neoliberal empire collapse, the last shot of the film captures Jupiter and Caine flying as the logo of a major US bank appears on the background, perfectly showing the ambivalence of many of Hollywood's seemingly critical films.

So Real: Nightcrawler

Written by Celestino Deleyto. Posted in CCSBlog

nightcrawlerWhen he first visits the studio of a fictional TV station and sees a huge wall photograph of Los Angeles at night, Louis Bloom (Jake Gyllenhaal), the protagonist of Nightcrawler (Dan Gilroy, 2014), exclaims: “It looks so real!” The movie uses this as a metaphor of how news programs manipulate and reconstruct reality for the sake of ratings even as they proclaim the absolute veracity of their offerings. Nightcrawler presents itself as a denunciation of this: the decline in the crime rate in L.A. in recent years is not good news for the sensationalist media, whose ratings are shrinking accordingly. For this reason, the unscrupulous editor of a local news program, Nina (Rene Russo), treasures the recordings of graphic violence and blood that Louis brings her and directs him to crimes in affluent white neighborhoods, because, with the appropriate spin, that is the news that sells. For the sake of the ratings, she constructs, along with her reporters, a narrative of encroaching danger for the Angeleno rich that blatantly contradicts facts and may on occasion have tragic consequences.

The image of the obsessive man with a camera looking at the world through the viewfinder of his camera and trying to capture or discover in the photographic or cinematic image what cannot be apprehended by the naked eye evokes earlier films like Rear Window, Peeping Tom, Blow Up, and La mort en direct, among others, while Bloom’s sociopathic behavior echoes that of Robert de Niro’s Rupert Pupkin in Martin Scorsese’s  King of Comedy, probably a direct influence in Gyllenhaal’s creepy performance. The metafictional dimension, so dear to critics, turns the film onto itself and allows spectators to speculate on the mechanisms of representation utilized by the cinema. In offering a critique of contemporary TV’s exploitative practices à la Network, however, I wonder if the filmmakers are aware that they are the doing exactly the same thing they criticize with their rendering of the city of L.A.

Unlike, for instance, Michael Mann’s Collateral, with which it shares a certain fascination with Los Angeles at night, as seen from the freeways and surface roads that their protagonists tirelessly travel, Nightcrawler never really abandons the shimmering lights of the photograph that Louis admires on the wall of the TV station. Shot all around the city, the movie never abandons the cinematic shorthand that has come to stand for the real L.A. and shows no interest whatsoever in the real city, reserving its narrative sophistication for its protagonist’s warped everyman and surrounding him with the usual clichés, complete of course with the Latino criminals of the final part of the narrative. In failing to look beyond what sells as a representation of the postmetropolis, the movie is reproducing what it condemns in others. 


Written by Pablo Gómez Muñoz. Posted in CCSBlog

automataAutómata (Gabe Ibáñez, 2014) is a clear example of transnational filmmaking: a Hispano-Bulgarian production with an American, Bulgarian, and Spanish cast, and shot in English to reach a global audience. The film does not specify where the story takes place and its settings (a dystopian city and a desert) do not offer any clues as to where they may be located. Autómata effectively introduces viewers to its 2044 robotic, sun-scorched world through a series of shots that zoom in or out of black-and-white stills ( Yet, this low-budget film draws too heavily on the imagery and some ideas from Blade Runner (Scott, 1982). For example, a cop kills a robot who shows signs of having consciousness at the very beginning of the film. Like Ridley Scott's movie, Autómata presents a retro future of outdated technological systems and devices, a dark, polluted city, hot-air balloons, and neon holograms of sexualized female bodies that stand out among the skyscrapers. The first part of the film, even if it lacks the ability to imagine an original urban setting, actually engages viewers, as the reasons behind the robots' behavior remain obscure and several possibilities seem feasible. [SPOILERS] Yet, once the robots take insurance agent Jacq Vaucan (Antonio Banderas) away from the city and its slums, Gabe Ibañez's film gets lost in the middle of the desert. The plot starts going around in circles, very much like the disoriented Jacq in his helpless attempts to part ways with the robots and return to the city. The film ends on a positive note, though, questioning binary distinctions and reassuring viewers that robots do not pose a threat to human beings. Even though Autómata's robots resemble the evil machines in I, Robot (Proyas, 2004) and viewers suspect that they may be up to something, they do not attack or plot against humans at any point in the film. Like the female hybrids, operating systems, and robots in Cloud Atlas (Wachowski siblings and Tykwer, 2012), Her (Jonze, 2014), Lucy (Besson, 2014), and Ex-Machina (Garland, 2015), the 7000-Pilgrim robots in Autómata (particularly the female, who is the only conscious robot who "survives") do not need to rely on humans anymore: they have come of age and want to lead their own "lives." These female pilgrims are symbolically and literally the new frontier explorers (of knowledge) and evoke a no-longer-anthropocentric future.

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