Canadian author Sheila Heti has spoken (or tweeted, anyway) positively about Her, the Spike Jonze film about a fellow who falls hard for the disembodied voice in an operating system. I’ve been avoiding the film, officially because it hasn’t opened locally yet, but really because I know I’m susceptible to this same sort of crush and I’d just as soon not be reminded of myself, though of course I’ve never looked anything like Joaquin Phoenix.
Then she sent this up:
Sorry but there was no way to shorten this. pic.twitter.com/kLc9xze4Jl
— Sheila Heti (@sheilaheti) January 3, 2014
What did he mean by that? I suggested that this merited further thought, to the extent that what I do can be considered “thought,” and she replied:
by “this” I’m pretty sure he meant the scenario in the movie. Kill so many so only computers are left to love? Who knows?
It looks to me, down here in Third Hand Alley, that the chap really doesn’t want to kill anyone, but fears that the film might lead him — or, perhaps more likely, someone else of a type he recognizes with a different set of values — to bring about this binary dystopia. Then again, guys in love do some incredibly foolish things at times.