'The Truth About Killer Robots': Film Review | TIFF 2018

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It’s not sci-fi anymore.

Maxim Pozdorovkin’s ('Our New President') robot review ranges from the good Isaac Asimov to the bad bottom-liners, whose automatons kill jobs.

The sensational title The Truth About Killer Robots should lure a curious segment of the public to check out Maxim Pozdorovkin’s scary reflections on how far humanity has come in handing over the keys to its automated servants. As the film points out, robot killings don’t just refer to freak industrial accidents and malfunctioning driverless cars; they grimly extend to the endless loss of people-jobs to automation, which is sending many members of human society into economic hell. After its Toronto bow, this intriguing, carefully reasoned film should catch a wide audience on HBO’s Documentary Film series in November.

Social and political topics have shone through most of the work of Russian-born, New York-based documentarian Pozdorovkin. Our New President, which hilariously recounted the rise of Donald Trump as told by the Russian propaganda machine, won a special jury award at Sundance this year, and his 2013 Pussy Riot: A Punk Prayer was widely appreciated. Killer Robots doesn’t have a specifically Russian theme, or the humor inherent in his films about Trump and Pussy Riot, but it addresses a topic of worldwide concern with the same lively curiosity.

The first venerated thinker on robots was sci-fi writer Isaac Asimov, who back in 1942 posited four basic "laws" to govern robot behavior. The first is that robots may not injure human beings. The second is that they must follow any order a human gives them, except when this order conflicts with the first law. How, then, did the 2015 accident in a German Volkswagen factory happen, in which a robot on the assembly line grabbed and crushed a contractor setting him up? The film suggests there is still a mystery around this death.

Then there is the famous case of a driverless Tesla car on autopilot hitting a white (and therefore "unseen") truck without slowing down, and another in which the car slammed into the highway median. In both cases the drivers were killed by machines they trusted.

Another dramatic example of a robot causing human death is the use of a drone by the Dallas police to drop a bomb on a sniper and kill him. At this point, one wonders why Pozdorovkin doesn't mention the extensive use of drones for targeted killings in warfare, the "intelligent" missiles and all the rest of our arsenals of technological weaponry. Automated warfare, more than any other area, raises the larger moral questions behind robots that the film is driving at, and it's a pity it isn't addressed.

The crux of the film, instead, concerns the rising use of automation to perform repetitive, routine tasks in factories and just about everywhere else, including fast food joints and trucking, and even in legal work. While industrialists chortle and make glowing comparisons between the world pre- and post-automation and the progressive shift from farming to manufacturing, the price that is paid is a commensurate loss of human jobs. This is brought home in a few pungent interviews with workers on the losing end.

Other topics offer what passes, in the preoccupying context, for light relief. Facial recognition, for instance, is a creepy field and one that has reached such a high level of accuracy that we can probably all be identified from any street camera. When people come onscreen for sound bites, their faces are measured by the red lines of facial ID software and their names spelled out digitally. Biometrics is now onto long-range iris ID, aimed at — what else? — profiling users for product marketing.

One country that has always been robot-friendly is Japan. Not long ago, the attractive, wheelchair-bound android Geminoid F co-starred in the apocalyptic Japanese film Sayonara. Her inventor, Hiroshi Ishiguro at the University of Osaka, poses beside his own Geminoid, which he designed with features exactly mimicking his own. The only problem is that as Ishirguro ages, their resemblance diminishes. The roboticist's solution has been to have facial plastic surgery to maintain the same youthful appearance as his android twin.

Offering periodic commentary is an irritating Japanese android with childlike features, a machine you would hate to have around the house. And what to say about the robot receptionists in an all-automated Japanese hotel, one of whom has the features of a Godzilla-style monster?
 
Production company: Third Party Films
Director-screenwriter-editor: Maxim Pozdorovkin
Producers: Joe Bender, Maxim Pozdorovkin
Executive producer: Sara Bernstein
Director of photography: Joe Bender
Production designer: Violet Overn
Music: The Presidential Band
Venue: Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF Docs)

83 minutes