Upload
Another Black Mirror-y concept stretched out to one full season and parceled out into 25 minute instalments. Man in this quarantine great for shows I would never watch in my life otherwise. These past 3 months I've seen more TV than I would've in 3 years. The premise: in 2033 digital "afterlives" are commonplace in the form of virtual realities where dying people can upload themselves, their consciences free to lounge around in fancy simulated resorts for eternity so long as a family member keeps paying the monthly premium and the servers don't go down. Although dressed in sci-fi, the show is basically a romcom between Nathan (freshly uploaded after a suspect car accident) and Nora, an "angel" (ie. tech rep) helping him acclimatize to eternity.
Their flirtation takes up most of the running time and it's supposed to be cute and endearing, but I was on Nathan's ACTUAL girlfriend's side the whole way. We're given a million reasons to dislike or suspect Ingrid (she's controlling to the point she may have uploaded him on purpose, just to keep him on the boyfriend payroll) but I dunno, even if she's an obsessive yandere she's also in love with him and ready to go out of her way and past the point of altruism to keep him happy. She's also A+ gorgeous and fashionable. Nora felt like a wet blanket next to her. So I'm rooting for the wrong romantic interest in this romcom, and while the sci-fi aspect is fun for a while (every episode introduces and shallowly explores some new aspect about the perks and foibles of being uploaded) it's also not at all believable.
Tired jokes about invasive pop-ups and petty microtransactions aside I just never believed the show's version of virtual existence. Feels like if we're at the point where the world has embraced the tech to the point where engaging it is as simple and commonplace as, I dunno, throwing your elderly to a retirement community, a lot of the wacky sitcom problems that come up throughout the show would've been ironed out by now. A lot of the virtual afterlife also seems contrived to the point of irritiating users with pointless choices and limitations. And there's a stab at "capitalism sucks" by limiting lower tier users to 2 GBs of data a month, but the analogy fails because this supposed exploitation doesn't serve the higher tier at all. It's just another pointless fuck you.
And if you get to choose, who the hell wants to look like an old geezer in the afterlife? Or look young but be colored like an old, faded out picture? And why the hell do the tech reps have to go around babysitting and keeping the uploads amused? Why don't uploads just socialize with each other? There's millions of them 24/7, but you want the attention of a couple of overworked, underpaid tech reps to fill in your social quota? And so on.
Another Black Mirror-y concept stretched out to one full season and parceled out into 25 minute instalments. Man in this quarantine great for shows I would never watch in my life otherwise. These past 3 months I've seen more TV than I would've in 3 years. The premise: in 2033 digital "afterlives" are commonplace in the form of virtual realities where dying people can upload themselves, their consciences free to lounge around in fancy simulated resorts for eternity so long as a family member keeps paying the monthly premium and the servers don't go down. Although dressed in sci-fi, the show is basically a romcom between Nathan (freshly uploaded after a suspect car accident) and Nora, an "angel" (ie. tech rep) helping him acclimatize to eternity.
Their flirtation takes up most of the running time and it's supposed to be cute and endearing, but I was on Nathan's ACTUAL girlfriend's side the whole way. We're given a million reasons to dislike or suspect Ingrid (she's controlling to the point she may have uploaded him on purpose, just to keep him on the boyfriend payroll) but I dunno, even if she's an obsessive yandere she's also in love with him and ready to go out of her way and past the point of altruism to keep him happy. She's also A+ gorgeous and fashionable. Nora felt like a wet blanket next to her. So I'm rooting for the wrong romantic interest in this romcom, and while the sci-fi aspect is fun for a while (every episode introduces and shallowly explores some new aspect about the perks and foibles of being uploaded) it's also not at all believable.
Tired jokes about invasive pop-ups and petty microtransactions aside I just never believed the show's version of virtual existence. Feels like if we're at the point where the world has embraced the tech to the point where engaging it is as simple and commonplace as, I dunno, throwing your elderly to a retirement community, a lot of the wacky sitcom problems that come up throughout the show would've been ironed out by now. A lot of the virtual afterlife also seems contrived to the point of irritiating users with pointless choices and limitations. And there's a stab at "capitalism sucks" by limiting lower tier users to 2 GBs of data a month, but the analogy fails because this supposed exploitation doesn't serve the higher tier at all. It's just another pointless fuck you.
And if you get to choose, who the hell wants to look like an old geezer in the afterlife? Or look young but be colored like an old, faded out picture? And why the hell do the tech reps have to go around babysitting and keeping the uploads amused? Why don't uploads just socialize with each other? There's millions of them 24/7, but you want the attention of a couple of overworked, underpaid tech reps to fill in your social quota? And so on.