Sophie Barto’s 2009 debut, cold soulsMedicine, albeit complex, achieved the ability to extract and replace human souls. Pod generation, technology again messes with nature, this time robbing the experience of pregnancy and removing all the nasty downsides like morning sickness and stretch marks. The cum director builds an elaborate concept with skill and consistency. She also has attractive leads in Emilia Clarke and Chiwetel Ejiofor. But coldly intellectualized, her sci-fi is a tough subgenre to pull off.
With its sleek late-21st-century design and Drool’s reflections on corporate AI technology replacing the real human experience, the film is Spike Jonze’s at its best. GirlfriendBut it lacks the heart and the sheer sense of longing that made that sci-fi romance so shocking. There is also the issue of tone. As the setup kicks in, the humor dulls and a nagging flatness creeps in, just as the central couple’s bewilderment should be gaining momentum.
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New Yorkers Rachel (Clark) and Albie (Ejiofor) seem to have forged a harmonious union out of a fundamental conflict. She’s on a career progression track at a multi-faceted tech company where everyone seems to be wearing her Thom Browne clothes. He likes to potter around the greenhouse in his old T-his shirt and woolen sweater, teaching college students about the wonders of botany while trying to cut costs by switching to hologram plants. Resisting pressure from the biology department.
Their home is managed by an all-seeing AI assistant named Elena, who prepares breakfast, chooses outfits, monitors “bliss indicators”, and delays Rachel’s time in nature. sometimes remind me.
It includes relaxing in a natural pod, a tree-like structure with a cocoon of greenery to snuggle up to while watching a video of the waves. Or hanging out in a bar of fresh air with an oxygen mask attached to a sort of terrarium. There is an interesting observation that mankind is becoming more and more alienated from and distrustful of nature. Alvy’s students, in particular, are hesitant to taste figs grown from real trees, not 3D-printed ones.
When Rachel is offered a promotion, there are concerns that wanting to expand her family will stall her professional momentum. But it has the potential to expedite perks in the form of company financial support and a waiting list for a new affiliate known as Womb Center.
Its in-demand service takes the hassles of pregnancy out of a woman’s womb, allowing her baby to grow from fertilization to birth in an artificial egg-shaped pod. The fetus is stimulated by music, podcasts, literature, sound therapy, and develops taste buds for a wide variety of foods.
At the helm of his subsidiary Pegasus (Jean-Marc Barr), the Tsar justifies the developments needed to rectify the declining fertility rate so that women can focus on their careers. But there is also a covertly insidious proposal to form a future generation of malleable corporate puppets, as the Pegazus also stepped in to fund and control education after the government stopped.
Given Alby’s vocal sentiments about the commodification of modern life and the resulting emotional hunger in society, Rachel is slow to break the news when she applies to Woom Center and wins a spot.
She shares her fears that Alvy will endorse natural childbirth with an AI therapist (giant eyes in a wreath of flowers). Rachel goes so far as to pay her bond by taking a tour of the company before Rachel drops the bombshell on a understandably wary Alvy. But after some back and forth of hassle, he agreed to move forward.
Their interaction with Uterine Center director Linda Wojciek is some of the film’s funniest scenes. It has a glass-like professional warmth that masks the edges of its fragile disdain when it comes to pods. It will be like this.
While Clarke and Ejiofor bring a light touch to the interaction, the script becomes a little more schematized as they switch positions for a while and their attitudes begin to change. Alvy gets stuck in the pod and ties it to her body with a specially designed harness, causing Rachel to worry that his attachment has become too attached. As she grows older, she too becomes engrossed in the life they’re cooking for, and is warned against being less productive at work and becoming a “distracted mother.”
The feminist angle is voiced by Rachel’s colleague and friend Alice (Vignette Robinson). Alice (Vignette Robinson) is expecting her baby with her partner Ben (Jerre de Bourg). She says that removing the responsibility of childbirth from women could replace penis envy with men’s womb envy, putting men and women on a more equal footing. Elsewhere, feminist activist groups are seen protesting by waving signs that read, “Keep your hands off our wombs.”
What makes the movie run out of steam is Rachel and Alvy sticking to the uterus center procedures despite Linda effectively reminding them they have no control, as the company retains ownership of the pods. was rejected. They are just renters.
Balto infuses the anticipation of a dark turn into thriller territory once the omnipotence of the corporate overlord is established. But instead, the action veers toward a mundane happy ending, offering a reassurance that love and nature win out, even though everything up to that point shows it was outsourced. This makes it seem like the movie ran out of ideas before it even came to a conclusion. A more ominous note might have left the audience with something to chew on.
That said, it can certainly be seen, putting a great deal of polish into the architectural and design details of Clement Price-Thomas’ set, and the softness of the world Andrij Parekh built to be reassuringly barren. Shot in color, many of Evgueni and Sacha Galperine’s electronic scores have an understated whimsical quality, occasionally recalling the work of French duo Air with Sofia Coppola. But despite the film’s very credible speculation that technology will make nature obsolete and reproduction will become the prerogative of the rich, Pod generation It never fully hatches.