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Bicentennial Man (1999)
Bicentennial Man started as an Isaac Asimov
short story - and a pretty good one, in the Asimov genre. Then it got recycled, blown up
and spat out as a full length novel, The Positronic Man, with ace sci fi writer
Robert Silverberg credited as co-writer. Now director Chris Columbus delivers up, just in
time for the turn of the century, a two hour plus movie version. The exact time is not
provided here, since it has been carefully omitted from all publicity materials. Who knows
what might land on the cutting room floor before it begins its commercial release?
The more they cut, the better chance
they will have to end up with a good movie. Based on the version screened for critics,
Columbus could have discovered another new world in less time than it takes him to tell
the story of Andrew (Robin Williams), the robot who would be human. The film follows
Andrew from his first position, out-of-the-carton as it were, as a servant to a wealthy
family, through two hundred years as he gradually becomes more and more human.
It is the perfect sci fi setup: an
imaginative story that allows the writer to explore themes that are very much about human
realities. Exploring the parameters of difference between a robot and a human can reveal a
lot about the nature of human-ness. Not long after Andrew is in (luxurious) residence with
his owners, he is caught blissfully listening to opera. In addition to the unexpected
esthetic sense, he displays characteristics of creativity and curiosity. He develops a
sense of humor. He becomes capable of caring about the people in his life. (Life?)
The film continues through the
generations as Andrew pieces together more and more of his human persona. It takes it all,
however, at a pace suggesting that Columbus was being paid by the running celluloid foot.
Columbus trips up on his own footage here and (in what has become the distinguishing
directorial evil of many of the past year's films) lets it run on until audience
exhaustion sets in.
The lack of any real conflict makes Bicentennial
Man seem even longer than it is; it has no momentum at all, but is a series of
episodes that fail to have a cumulative dramatic impact. There is a lot of charm, but it
isn't charm rooted in the very individuality the film claims to espouse. It's
cookie-cutter charm. The various members of Andrew's family, over the generations, are a
nice bunch. (The one guy who is set up to be the unlikeable one isn't around much.)
Williams nicely underplays his role and is surely a likable robot. While is may not have
fit Columbus' scheme of fairy-tale realism, a little more of Williams' unloosed comical
magic might have done wonders.
The special effects are kept
reasonably subdued, well-executed in service of the story. The futuristic settings are
conventional - and the images of San Francisco will validate every anti-development
But even if Columbus had managed to
keep Bicentennial Man to a more reasonable length, he would have missed here
because, unnecessarily, he fanfares with emphasized text every theme of the film. He
underestimates his audience's ability to get the point from the events of the story
itself. Do we need for Andrew to tell us with dialogue that it is a cruelty
to feel pain and not be able to cry, when the scene itself has already made that clear? Do
we need a speech about the need for acknowledgment of one's uniqueness in order to sustain
dignity? And do we need gallons of saccharine ladled over scene after scene?
Someday, a different director will
take this story and make a real movie out of it, a movie that uses the superb visual
storytelling capability of the medium to follow Andrew's exploration of what humanity is
about without sentimentality, without spelling-it-all-out, without pandering to the lowest
common denominator in the audience. Audiences deserve better than Bicentennial Man.
- Arthur Lazere