This film is spectacular. It resists definition; it is very hard to describe what this film is. I guess you could call it somewhat of an essay film but that would never be able to contain the wide scope of what this film is. This film simply is. It seems to be about death, but also about the immortality forced on us by the internet. Your great-grandchildren might find out what you've been googling, is that comforting? Not really, but the thought that my loved ones could find other traces of me when I'm no longer here is. We all talk about digital footprint and worry about what it might mean for us while we live, but we don't often consider what it will mean when we die. With the internet we travel to places where we'll never be, even to times we'll never see, is it ethical for fragments of the soul to be dispersed around data centres like our ashes might be in the water that feeds them? For our personality not to be completely stored within our bodies anymore? AI might replace us, but something that might be even scarier is that it will replicate us. Like a skinwalker it might be able to say things in ways that make them indistinguishable from us, causing our voices to be heard from beyond the grave. Will the internet turn into a graveyard where ghosts still wander? I don't know how many of these musings the film really meant to inspire, but it certainly brought me to a place where it made me think of these things. I'm not the best film analyst, but ever since I became a sentient being I have been very good at thinking too much about things.
This film is spectacular. It resists definition; it is very hard to describe what this film is. I guess you could call it somewhat of an essay film but that would never be able to contain the wide scope of what this film is. This film simply is. It seems to be about death, but also about the immortality forced on us by the internet. Your great-grandchildren might find out what you've been googling, is that comforting? Not really, but the thought that my loved ones could find other traces of me when I'm no longer here is. We all talk about digital footprint and worry about what it might mean for us while we live, but we don't often consider what it will mean when we die. With the internet we travel to places where we'll never be, even to times we'll never see, is it ethical for fragments of the soul to be dispersed around data centres like our ashes might be in the water that feeds them? For our personality not to be completely stored within our bodies anymore? AI might replace us, but something that might be even scarier is that it will replicate us. Like a skinwalker it might be able to say things in ways that make them indistinguishable from us, causing our voices to be heard from beyond the grave. Will the internet turn into a graveyard where ghosts still wander? I don't know how many of these musings the film really meant to inspire, but it certainly brought me to a place where it made me think of these things. I'm not the best film analyst, but ever since I became a sentient being I have been very good at thinking too much about things.
