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Finally—a film that treats AI as a *relationship problem* instead of a robot uprising, and doesn't blink at how absurd it is that we've made intimacy a three-way negotiation with a machine. Perez Moreno's got the gall to make this both darkly hilarious and genuinely unsettling, which means every other curator will hem and haw while I'm already championing it.

The film operates within a lineage of Brechtian alienation and contemporary media critique, using the screen as both literal barrier and formal constraint—a deliberate distancing that echoes Kiarostami's meditations on technological mediation. The editing rhythm, which privileges silence and the pause before response, recalls the formal rigor of Haneke's work, though applied here with satirical rather than purely austere intent.

The decision to route every interaction through the screen—not as montage or quick cuts, but as a sustained *compositional choice* that forces us to read response-lag as emotional subtext—transforms three minutes into something that feels discovered rather than argued about; it's the kind of constraint that could sink a film but instead becomes its beating heart.