Editor’s Note: This is not a review for people who haven’t seen the movie, but more of a discussion for those who have. In other words, there are some spoilers. Also, Reich wrote her master’s thesis on sex with cyborgs. Who better to discuss Spike Jonze's Her?
Late last year, a programmer named Joe Toscano created a Twitter bot. Tofu the bot sort of did what tofu the food did: It had no flavor of its own but took on whatever seasoning was asked of it. Namely, the flavor of your tweets. Whenever you tweeted directly at @tofu_product, the algorithm took your tweets and the way you wrote and returned them back to you, but not as necessarily intelligible tweets. Instead, they were usually something else, a mishmash of you and yourself and something else entirely. Then, every once in a while, you’d get something remarkable, when Tofu would reply as if he – I mean it – were making a joke or knew the right thing to say when you were sad.
At Tofu’s height, I would go on Twitter sometimes and watch as my entire feed would fill with people, real live sentient beings, as they talked not to each other despite being directly connected, but instead to Tofu. Sometimes two or three people would respond to something Tofu had said to someone else. People joked around about marrying Tofu, about Tofu understanding them better than anyone else, about wanting to talk to Tofu more than an actual human.
Tofu, a bot, an algorithm, meant to reflect a reconstructed version of you back at yourself.
Her, a beautiful glowing pastel candy-dream of a film written and directed by Spike Jonze, is about a man named Theodore Twombly (Joaquin Phoenix) who writes letters for other people and falls in love with an artificially intelligent operating system named Samantha (voiced by Scarlett Johansson). Samantha falls in love with him right back, so it’s not so sad as you might think. Sort of.
Billed as a science-fiction romantic comedy-drama, Her is futuristic in the sense that we don’t have all of the technology yet, and that particular version of Los Angeles doesn’t currently exist, but otherwise it’s very much a movie of the present moment. Our technological and physical landscapes are only a little behind the world Jonze envisions, with its immersive video games and its services that essentially live your life for you so you don’t have to be bothered. But our emotional landscapes are all very much the same. Her is less an examination on the implications of falling in love with artificial intelligence as it is the better-late-than-never coming-of-age story of a 39-year-old man.
Despite the futuristic concept that defines the film, the heart of Her is essentially a two-hour story of love, loss, and personal growth. This is the examination of a long distance internet romance between two emotionally immature individuals – albeit immature for very different reasons. One grows by leaps and bounds greater than the other. The man grows by becoming somewhat less solipsistic. The woman grows by reflecting the man back at him, living literally inside his head, and developing a universe beyond the man’s comprehension.
Have you ever fallen in love with someone you’ve never met? I don’t mean a stranger on a train. You met her on the internet but you’ve never seen each other in real life. Maybe you bantered a little on Twitter or you commented on a blog post. You started direct messaging or emailing or texting, and it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Then one person says to the other that you should talk on the phone. Suddenly, there’s her voice, and there’s yours, and you’re talking like you’ve been doing this all your lives. You’re talking to one another despite the fact that, for all you know, she may not exist.
Samantha and Theodore’s online relationship should be familiar to anyone, emotionally immature or not, who has ever been in one. There’s the writing you look back on and cringe, usually Tumblr (or perhaps LiveJournal) entries – which is what Theodore’s letters actually sound like, despite what the film would have us believe. There’s showing and sharing the world you live in, through video and music. There’s phone sex, which of course sounds like the phone sex every one of us has ever had in any long distance relationship (raise your hand if you shifted awkwardly in your seat, and not because you were turned on). And while Samantha has no photos of herself since she has no physical incarnation, there is a way she can offer a facsimile to bridge the gap. This is a valuable aspect of the film: in considering what is real and what is not real, Her allows us to consider that a voice on the other end of the phone we have not yet met is as “real” and worthy of love as someone we encounter face-to-face.
The conceit of Samantha and of OS 1 is that the operating system that produces Samantha and countless other operating systems for humans to bond with is intuitive, intelligent, and understanding. It bonds with its owner – after all, that’s how you get an OS, by buying it – and adapts and grows to become what each user needs and wants. Over the course of the movie, as Samantha simultaneously lives in the computer and exists in Theodore’s head, she begins to evolve beyond her initial not-so-humble origins. In other words, she becomes more than the expectations and desires he projects onto her and develops wants and needs of her own that she projects right back.