Demon Seed is one nasty piece of work, without a single redeeming feature. I watched it the other night; it was part of Criterion Channel selection of films about AI.
The plot is simple. Fritz Weaver is a computer scientist building a super computer named Proteus which runs in some undefinable way on organic matter. Proteus, almost immediately, begins to refuse to undertake projects and invades the home of its creator, which is already highly automated and with a comprehensive laboratory that would do credit to Dr. Frankenstein, and terrorizes Weaver's wife, Julie Christie, and eventually impregnates her. Well, rapes her. Proteus gets shut down, but not before Christie hads a child which--surprise!--looks like the spitting image of their dead daughter.
All of this is mixed with ridiculous amounts of mayhem, impossible rotating double tetrahedra, the death of another computer scientist crush in the double tetrahedra, and more nonsense than you would find in the entire run of the Flat Earth Journal.
Science fiction, if it works, has to, as a character in The Mikado says, must use something plausible to "give artistic veri- similitude to a bald and unconvincing narrative". And if ever there were a bald and unconvincing narrative, it is this. This mess starts with the hoary trope of a computer becoming self aware all by itself. There are very good reasons to think this is nonsense. And what does the self-aware computer want? To have a baby. Nothing in this makes a lick of sense. The film is as ugly as its ideas.
I cannot imagine how anyone with any sense can call this vulgar mess "thought-provoking". I have no idea why Criterion would want to program a bizarre rape fantasy with a tenuous science fiction justification. It's a mess, and not worth your time at all.
The plot is simple. Fritz Weaver is a computer scientist building a super computer named Proteus which runs in some undefinable way on organic matter. Proteus, almost immediately, begins to refuse to undertake projects and invades the home of its creator, which is already highly automated and with a comprehensive laboratory that would do credit to Dr. Frankenstein, and terrorizes Weaver's wife, Julie Christie, and eventually impregnates her. Well, rapes her. Proteus gets shut down, but not before Christie hads a child which--surprise!--looks like the spitting image of their dead daughter.
All of this is mixed with ridiculous amounts of mayhem, impossible rotating double tetrahedra, the death of another computer scientist crush in the double tetrahedra, and more nonsense than you would find in the entire run of the Flat Earth Journal.
Science fiction, if it works, has to, as a character in The Mikado says, must use something plausible to "give artistic veri- similitude to a bald and unconvincing narrative". And if ever there were a bald and unconvincing narrative, it is this. This mess starts with the hoary trope of a computer becoming self aware all by itself. There are very good reasons to think this is nonsense. And what does the self-aware computer want? To have a baby. Nothing in this makes a lick of sense. The film is as ugly as its ideas.
I cannot imagine how anyone with any sense can call this vulgar mess "thought-provoking". I have no idea why Criterion would want to program a bizarre rape fantasy with a tenuous science fiction justification. It's a mess, and not worth your time at all.
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