Ann Droid is a bizarre show. S1 is only six half-hour episodes, so I can't rightly tell you not to watch -- it's short and inoffensive and easy enough to work through -- and I almost want to encourage viewing it. It's not good. It's not even consistent -- the show really doesn't know what it wants to be. Is it pro- or anti- AI? Are the characters good people we should root for or terrible people who deserve what they get? And the show (unevenly) splits its time between the elderly widower Sue -- who receives the titular Ann Droid so that she can stay in her home rather than move to an assisted living facility -- and her son Michael, an underemployed ne'er-do-well simping embarrassingly for the self-centered wife that cuckolded him prior to the start of the show's events. So it's kinda two shows, and they're both hella dark if you overthink it.
The show inexplicably encourages you to overthink it. Michael is so pathetic that our *introduction* to this man sees him picking a sandwich up off the floor after Sue drops the ceramic plate it was on, and he continues to crunch -- wincing in pain all the while -- after acknowledging that the sandwich now has bits of plate in it. (And no, Sue is not so doddering that this is an attempt to assure her it's okay -- she stares at her son in bewildered disappointment during the entire scene.) We're told that, prior to her husband's death, Sue's identity was defined by being a homemaker and mother -- but one can't help thinking she did a terrible job (either with guidance or with seeking accommodations for his obvious mental handicap) if this is the result of her mothering. I'm actually not saying more to avoid spoilers (eh, I'm gonna throw you a few to whet your palate), because if you're going to watch you *should* be surprised. The Michael show's resolution is insane. (more...)




