Her
(1/10)
by Tony
Medley
Runtime
120 minutes.
Not for
children.
While
writer-director Spike Jonze doesn’t give any credit, this is very close
to director Craig Gillespie’s Lars and the Real Girl (2007), in
which Ryan Gosling played a guy who fell in love with a plastic girl and
took her everywhere with him, everyone accepting this lunacy as normal.
This takes the idea of falling in love with something that isn’t human
with a big twist from Lars’.
Theodore (Joaquin Phoenix) is a wimpy guy coming out of a failed
marriage who writes computer love letters for others in the near future
Los Angeles. He becomes infatuated with the bodiless voice of his
operating system which has artificial intelligence. The voice (never
seen, more’s the pity, Scarlett Johansson) becomes a living presence.
It’s 180 degrees apart from Lars, in that Gosling’s girl could be
seen but obviously couldn’t communicate since she was made out of
plastic and air. Theodore’s girl is just the opposite. All she can do is
communicate since she has no body.
This
could have been an intuitive, sensitive commentary of the meaning of
love and its relationship to sex, and how people can get hooked on
unseen computer acquaintances. Unfortunately, it’s just a silly, not
credible meander down a road to nowhere.
Amy
Adams makes a nice appearance as Theodore’s understanding neighbor.
Olivia Wilde gives a good, realistic performance as a mercurial blind
date of Theodore’s. Rooney Mara is very good as Theodore’s former wife.
But the best of all is Johansson as the voice without a body. She is so
good that one could understand how Theodore could get hooked, although
you have to be pretty stupid to fall in love with a voice you know for a
fact is just something that is computer-generated.
There
were people in my screening who were laughing. Incredulously, I asked my
guest if she thought it was funny and she said not. Maybe they were
laughing at and not with.
This
failed the watch test dismally. I think I started looking five minutes
in, literally counting the seconds. One of the happiest days of this
December occurred when my watch told me there was less than an hour to
go.
People
think that being a film critic is a great job, but a critic is pretty
much honor-bound to stay to the end of a film, whereas ordinary mortals
can bolt at any time (and even get a refund). Films like this make a
critic’s job worse than hard labor on a rock pile.
December 17, 2013
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