Steve Jobs famously criticized rivals in his field for
close-mindedness due to lack of LSD use. I must do the same for anyone unimpressed
by Terry Gilliam's sci-fi vision, whether in Brazil, 12 Monkeys, or newly, The
Zero Theorem. Here, Gilliam's signature frenzy
of visual gags, outrageous set design, and buffoonish bureaucrats shows up in
fine Technicolor form. The contemporary appeal of The Zero Theorem, however, is
the updated dystopia it offers: A world where the office cubicle has merged
with the video-game chair, party etiquette is face-down in a tablet or
smart-phone, and sex, estranged from the flesh.
This should sound familiar enough. So familiar, in fact,
that protagonist, Qohen (Christoph Waltz) -- as in zen "koan" --
autistically references himself as "we." Symbolically monastic with
his shaved head and wardrobe of blacks and grays, he embodies our modern
predicament of overworked, technology-induced psychosis as he slaves away
crunching arbitrary numbers of questionable benefit to "Management (Matt
Damon with frosty white hair)."
Anxious to a point of crippling introversion, Qohen's
request for at-home work lands him "The Zero Theorem:" a gargantuan
meta-equation, which, if solved, would confirm an essential meaninglessness to
life. Just the task for his cosmically frazzled nerves. Before he can check out
completely, however, meaning comes knocking at his door in the form of Bainsley
(Mélanie Thierry), a prostitute his supervisor hopes will bring him down
to earth. Both she and Bob (Lucas Hedges), Management's precocious fifteen-year-old
son, interning as a number cruncher for the Summer, chide Qohen's armor and
beckon him out of his comfort-zone.
The Media Theorist Douglas Rushkoff illustrates in his book "Present
Shock," that the elaborate anticipations of 20th century imagination, coined
by futurist Alvin Toffler as "future-shock," have arrived, but superficially
so. It's a phenomenon that can be seen as a facsimile of the present, personified
by the status update and the tweet, that obscures real experience of the "now."
It is such an irony with which Qohen strives to solve and quantify the very
moment he's devoted his life to ignoring, all the while yearning for a phone
call that he may or may not be imagining.
In this vein, The Zero Theorem is less prescient than
poignant, and a character portrait much more than a conspiratorial mind-bender
like 12 Monkeys. Gilliam has said in interviews that he considers it a tragic
tale about a man unable to connect. Given this admission, he could have better
served the story by stripping down unnecessary layers of headiness and
locating its heart, which was in the relationship between the characters, and fundamentally,
Qohen's to himself. This would have more than compensated the 107 minute screen
duration, not to mention, spared the audience some redundant filler shots of surveillance
cameras and scurrying rats.
Despite flaws in its narrative, the parabolic themes in The
Zero Theorem culminate satisfyingly, and more than justify the grandiose visual
spectacle. It's a Gilliam bonus track I can't sincerely recommend to everyone, but for those not pre-disposed
to at least find it amusing -- again, perhaps some LSD is in order?
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