Bad review of a good movie. Thanks to the coronavirus and the victorious digital distribution, Finch appeared all over the world in one day. It's a day and we have thousands of ratings on IMDB and other metacritics, and they are, of course, good. I could not refrain from watching, primarily due to the fact that the film was intensely compared with "Outcast". And I can tell you that this is an epic failure, but not a film, and not the only actor in the film - Tom Hanks, this is a failure of the whole cinema. In the 1930s, there were 20 thousand cinemas in the USA, everyone went there, then a TV appeared and in the USA there were 3 times fewer cinemas, but more halls (networks with a multiplex system won), then the Internet and streaming appeared, the number of screens is calculated by the number of inhabitants The USA and the rules of the game have changed again. Good or bad, but now we somehow have to reap the benefits of it all.
Finch Weinberg is a dying social phobia engineer who survived the apocalypse (some solar flares were his fault). In his love of doggie, he creates Jeff - an android based on can opener for cans of canned food and library AI with a database of interesting facts - and gives him the incredible mission of "looking after the dog after his death." Jeff is taking a Robot Hedgehog Survival Course on his way from the Pacific Coast to San Francisco. Over 3,000 kilometers, Jeff will study postcards from Finch's collection, learn that solar radiation incinerates the flesh and hair of living creatures, learn to drive a car (it will take him about three minutes), fall into one ambush, learn to dream and become infected with chthonic "what for crap "as a characterization of everything that happens around and in his soul. Finch will die (we know that humans are mortal) and will never leave Jeff any clear instructions on how to live now.
No, Hollywood will not die, nor will the star track be empty. But we will receive a movie of the Finch level and we will be happy about it, because, firstly, there will be no other, and secondly, we have been studied and the whole psychosocial shaitan-technology of geo-bio-thought-targeting works. We have Tom Hanks, doggie, robot model, green screen, thirty-three producers, and a thousand CGI engineers. As a result, we got a good two-hour film in which nothing really happens, without a beginning, a backstory and an end. The picture, the visuals and the script are secondary at least to "I Am Legend" and "Chappie", as well as to a thousand post-apocalyptic films, the names of which I do not remember. Literally everything that happens in it does not stand up to criticism: starting from the first frames, when a mining dump truck drives around the city like a passenger car and overtakes a dusty tornado, ending with the fact that it is not clear what first occurred to Finch - to create a robot or run with his steep underground base, never making a single attempt to get food in any other way, except for gathering. Yes, even the Martian did it, but not Finch. By the way, there was a second robot, Dewey, an excellent assistant and analogue of a robotic dog with a manipulator arm, but the writers gave his life in favor of Jeff's training (which he ignored a little more than completely). I will not even wonder if the bipedal android format was really optimal from the point of view of survival.
Still, it's a good, leisurely film filled with old music and trendy visuals. But, I'm afraid, he is "taken out" solely by the presence in the frame of Tom Hanks, an excellent actor with a history, and producers and distributors were interested in his devoted fan club.