In my entertainment universe, Westworld was one of my most anticipated TV shows of all time — right up there with the return of The X-Files. The concept has my tastes written all over it.
Quite by chance, I saw the 1973 Westworld movie not long before news broke that HBO would be making a series based on the flick. It's an excellent movie, and it's easy to draw a line directly from its future world to things like Terminator (the indestructible villain coming relentlessly for you) and Jurassic Park (an amusement world gone deadly wrong).
Most of season 2 of Westworld sits unwatched on my DVR because the first couple of episodes continued to be a tepid, boring slog, while the show ought to be a nonstop rollercoaster. Wouldn't it be fun to occasionally see guests arriving at the park (the still functioning other sections) and letting loose? Playing poker and bagging some hookers? Having a shootout with the drunks at the bar? Robbing the bank? Something, anything?
Sometimes I wish I could tell Dolores to stop talking … to please just shut up about her endless naval-gazing robot vision quest. And the same goes for Arnold/Bernard. I'm all for deep and thoughtful sci-fi — it's why the Battlestar Galactica remake is my favorite show — but not at the expense of anything fun happening. This version of the robot awakening puts me to sleep.
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