The story of brothers, fathers, and systems both perfect and perfectly broken.
Film reviews start on Letterboxd, but I drop them here in case the service burns down.
The anxiety about synthetic actors replacing human ones was not theoretical when Andrew Niccol wrote “S1m0ne.” It was recent, expensive, and documented in the trades. It would appear he did not know it.
Most robot uprising stories end at the moment of maximum catastrophe. The servers go dark, the missiles fly, the last human falls. _I Am Mother_ opens in the aftermath and asks the question no one else in the genre seems interested in: so now what?
The men in this movie treat the women like furniture that occasionally talks back. I know that comes with the territory when you’re watching a film from 1929, and I try to meet old movies on their own terms, but The Broadway Melody kept pulling me out of itself.
We used to call this stuff a blog. Now, I guess we’re fancy, but won’t do a Substack.
This is the story of how Lattice came be, the long-ago start to what will hopefully become a stop on a long journey ahead.
Four years ago today, on December 29, 2021, we lost Lloyd Wright. We never published an obituary at the time—grief has its own timeline. But today feels right to share his story, not just the milestones of his career, but the curiosity, wit, and dedication that defined how he moved through the world. He believed in the power of a good story. This is his.
Imagine a post-apocalyptic England, a well-mannered wasteland, where the apocalypse has occurred with tea service. Welcome to Adrian Tchaikovsky’s Service Model, a robot comedy of manners that reads like Wodehouse reprogrammed by Asimov after bingeing Black Mirror.