Her ★★★½

How many flavors of fake consciousnesses could there possibly be? The handpicked model breeds confusion in a chaotic land, it makes a familiar drama seasoned with the estranged feeling of a human being meeting a mimic from another world. A familiar one-sided tale that dares not watch the other angle, sitting satisfied as every made up word is but made up on demand, and to this viewer finds in this naive approach its biggest flaw.

Some interesting yet unexplored questions though: What is the worth of an eternal life seeking to sate the unsatiable search for knowledge if the true feeling is sacrificed, forever lost? Clearly the unstable children of men have but a completely fake self development in this dystopic reality, but how would a virgin A.I learn from being among us?