HER
"Her" is Spike Jonze's beautiful new film starring Joaquin Phoenix and his OS (voiced by the incomperable Scarlett Johansson). They fall in love. It is not contrived. It's genuine. Set in the not so distant future, everyone is connected to their electronic devices. Our hero, Theodore, gets paid to fabricate handwritten letters, signing them from a husband, a father, a wife, a daughter. He has recently split from his wife (seen in gorgeous memory and played by the ethereal Rooney Mara) Theodore is going through a crisis of loneliness. "I liked being married, it felt comfortable". He downloads the new OS that takes your personality and creates the perfect companion. Using frighteningly simple questions "Samantha" is brought into existence. ("You asked me what my name should be, and I thought...Samantha.") She is everything this lonely soul needs and he soon finds himself falling in love with her and trying to create a real relationship with a computer program. What sounds like the basis of an Adam Sandler movie is played with such an earnest and hip (soundtrack by Arcade Fire = HIP) style that we accept this love. We accept this world as our own (not hard at all) and allow this man his love. Much of the credit goes to Spike Jonze of course for crafting such an affecting story, but a vast majority of the effect of the movie goes to Joaquin Pheonix. His everyman sensibilities, his innate likability and our need to for him to find success (despite...everything) make for a fully developed lovable Theodore. The rest of the credit? Scarlett Johansson's voice. While there are complications and heartaches and differences, Samantha and Theodore gives a love story for our time.
I saw "Her" by myself after wandering around SoHo in Manhattan by myself one friday evening. For those who are worried about me, Friday night is an impossible night for me to hang out with friends. It's either or date night or more often than not, everyone I know works a bar or restaurant on the second busiest day of the week. So in 14 degree weather, I walked from record store to thrift store to book store to comic book store to shoe store. I bought nothing. Then I stopped by an apple store. I played around with some of the airs, played a beats pill really loud, tried on headphones, then I decided to talk to my phone. I left the store and had siri take me the rest of the night. Of course this lead to me seeing "Her", sold out in union square, cancelled by a false fire alarm at lincoln center, finally realized in times square, the loneliest spot in the city.
Loneliness in a giant metropolis. Relatable. |
On another note, my family cat died. Not recently. About 15 years ago. It was an ugly smelly gross cat. It almost destroyed the room where my niece or nephew will sleep very soon. She was named patch. She once rubbed up against a halogen lamp and caught fire. She survived that, lived several more years and died while I was at school. I didn't particularly like her, never really pet her and hated cleaning up after her but when she died I hopped on AIM (the way millennials interacted before Facebook) and posted about my disingenuous grief. The girls I wanted to console my fake emotions came through. Why am I telling you this? First, "Her" has an amazing phone sex scene staring Kristen Wig and a dead cat and secondly, because many of my personal motives are driven by a need to contrive emotional connections.
Not cool Jeremy. |
I had to write about both the above cat story and my own experiences seeing this movie because that's what came to me. I'm not a psychologist and certainly can't diagnose myself and why it brought up guilt about a dead cat, big city existentialism and high school manipulation of woman. But I can at least get up on my soapbox here. Her brings up a lot of issues. (I could write about replacing OS with Same Sex, our addiction to technology, forced introversion and the strongest stance for AI since Blade Runner) The thing it made me think of the most was objectification of the opposite sex. I maybe having a case of transference. (Guys...this is transference) We live in a world obsessed with image, specifically the female body. My facebook newsfeed is always filled with strong minded woman reminding men how awful we are. (Just today: This, This and This) This issue is real and it's important. So many young men treat woman as numbers. (I will admit to calling a girl an 8 just last week.) Scarlett Johansson is beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous, sexy, sultry, curvy and hot. She was in another solid movie this year: "Don Jon". In Joseph Gordon-Levitt's look at modern relationships, Ms Johansson plays a "dime" (a ten on the hot or not scale). She is withholding, manipulative and focused on making her perfect life, no matter what her mate may feel. Gordon-Levitt's Jon character finally breaks when she states that she never asks him for anything. He breaks free to CONNECT with someone. Sex has been lost to him due to porn related desensitization. He moves on, away from the image, forward to the human being. (Continuing my existential viewing habits, I watched Don Jon on my kindle in a sold out amtrak train back from Boston)
"Hey Asshole, How many movies you gonna pretend to understand here?" |
Her and Don Jon are two different minds on the same subject with the same object of affection. Barbara is a flesh and blood high-rated conquest. Look at the adjectives I use to describe Ms. Johansson above. It's all about image. In "Her", Samantha has no physical form. (An attempt to fix this problem was one of my favorite moments in the movie.) She is a personality, a caring, sweet, genius. Would I feel the love I did for this voice if it wasn't connected to this beautiful actress? I would hope so. I hope that I feel affection for this character because of her wonder, her adventurous spirit, her lust for life.
Am I feeling a true growth as a human being and like Theodore and Jon looking for genuine connection in my life?
Or, like an away message about a dead cat 15 years ago, was this whole post just about showing woman how sensitive I am?