the real star
by Douglas Messerli
Stanley
Kubrick and Arthur C. Clarke (writers), Stanley Kubrick (director) 2001: A Space Odyssey / 1968
As
I have made it clear in several of my writings, I am not a fan of Stanley
Kubrick, which since he has a near cult following and is beloved by many
directors better that him, such as Martin Scorsese, probably doesn’t matter.
Large crowds came out to see the exhibition devoted to his work, films, sets,
drawings, and ephemera at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art a short while
back, including my affable nephew-in-law, visiting from Iowa.
No, I only reason that I bore with
watching the film again was the wonderfully intelligent Hal 9000, who has a
kind of nervous breakdown (or perhaps one should say a “circuitry breakdown”)
right in front of us because of what he begins to see as his own fallibility
and possible “destruction.” As Allan Turing had predicted: “by 2001, we will
have fully intelligent machines,” even if human error may have given them some
flaws. And here he is, a bit like the large-eyed monsters in War of the Worlds, far more capable and
perfect than any of us.
Unlike the bland humans played by
Willian Sylvester and, later, by Keir Dullea and Gary Lockwood, Hal speaks
loudly and reasonably—at least at first. And only he knows what their secret
mission of Jupiter (it was originally to have been a voyage to Saturn, but the
designers could get that planet’s rings right). Neither the the only survivor,
the Dullea character, nor the surviving audience ever quite finds out what that
mission was to have been: maybe just to check out the even larger monolith that
exists on Jupiter.
Hal, much like the replicants of Blade Runner goes awry because he cannot
deal with his own mortality, making him even more human than the homo sapiens
in this work—who, after all, Kubrick suggests, in their collection of
spacecraft and nuclear weapons, are not much different from the apes who learn
to wield clubs. And Hal is wily, lying about a malfunctioning part, refusing
certain commands while willfully performing others. He can even read lips!
When Dullea finally gains reentry to the
space capsule, Hal knows, like a bad boy, that he has done wrong, apologizing
and promising to be good, then pleading for the astronaut not to kill him. It
is indeed touching when, having lost nearly all his marvelous memory, he sings
the first song that has been taught to him, “Daisy Bell.”
After his death, who needs all of that
technical artistry and mysterious goings on in a neoclassical bedroom? Or even
a gigantic embryo floating back to earth? Hal,
Turing’s invention, is the star of the show.
Los Angeles,
December 2, 2016
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