A.I. Artificial Intelligence is, too my deep dismay, neither breezy nor particularly fun. The level of anticipation of the film, of course, would be impossible to effectively sate, but A.I. just doesn't cut it. It doesn't even come close.
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No Steven Spielberg movie without dinosaurs or lost arks is complete until some part of it is slathered in schmaltz, and no Spielberg finale has ever been as thick with it as "A.I. Artificial Intelligence."
Of course, I can't go into detail without spoiling said finale, but just imagine something so soft-focused, saccharine and teary-eyed that E.T. himself would go into sugar shock -- then multiply that by 10 and you'll get the general idea.
As with most Spielberg films, the irony is that up until the Gatorade cooler of sappy sentimentality is dumped over the audience's collective head, "A.I." is an admirable cinematic feat -- a mesmerizing mix of cautionary futuristic fairy tale, prudently measured intentional corniness, and neon-colored three ring circus.
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