The farts linger, away into the future. So he suggests Solosi, the latest sci-fi show on Amazon Prime. Although his characters deal with everything from time travel to superbabies to memory theft, they still become gaseous. No less than three times, Peg, played by Helen Mirren, talks about her old women. (All greeted with Queen Elizabeth’s number, ahem, two.) Elsewhere Tom Anthony Mackie, in celebratory detail, describes his wife’s stinking bombs. Twice! In fact, let it be three times. Bursting the same memory in the finale, the great Morgan Freeman stinks excessively.
That Solosi originated during a global pandemic, a time of endless sitting with oneself and one’s scents, it has a certain fragrant meaning. To look at it means to feel, if not seen, then sniff. But as any gastroenterologist will tell you, excess gas usually points to a deeper, more chronic issue. In order to be diagnosed, then – this diegetic dyspepsia – a comprehensive examination of the patient must be performed.
Amazon has been breaking down science fiction programs for years, and it ranges, from odor counters, from very unpleasant to completely harmful – fluctuations that fluctuate. Early on, the company was mostly close to Philip K. Dick, first with an adaptation The man in the High Castle and then with Electric Dreams, an anthological series based on short stories by that author. The first collapsed over time, and the second was never more than an unusual, harder attempt Black mirror, but at least none tried to talk to our guts.
With Solosi, Amazon leans toward the condescending science fiction that is just like us, farts and all. As in Electric Dreams, each episode is standalone, but the show squanders every advantage the format has – as a playground for ideas – by focusing on people. About their so-called “humanity,” as David Weil says. He is the creator Solosi, and what he creates, He says, is a “human connection”. It doesn’t matter that, in order to establish that, he resorts to unpleasant worldview, stage melodrama and characters who are, in every respect, full of shit.
I apologize for the tiny mouth, but the blame is on Amazon, whose science fiction is practically overflowing with bodily discharge. Enjoy the animated vomit, in Canceled; u Upload, dance streams of computer – generated urine. Even the most accomplished attempt to study adult drama, Stories from the loop, occasionally finds his head in the toilet. Some kind Our city tomorrow that shifts the focus from one sad man (or robot) to another, the show really falls into the depths. In the coldest scene, the older man goes number one, misses the target and has to clean up the mess. The camera cuts off stray yellow droplets and everything else. Poor Jonathan Pryce, a different actor, is potentially furious. When his character dies a little later, it seems to be less of a health complication than a shame.
Shame is also what the audience feels watching. As these fictional future people connect with us through this most universal process, expulsion, our own stomachs begin to swell and ache. Are we all we are? Grotto, leaky meat sacks, fucking a clean, utopian future? For Amazon, no shit. People have instincts and needs, and Amazon exists to fulfill them. In fact, if you keep watching, it will even show you how.