Add to the flaming near-future heap King Car, Renata Pinheiro's bizarre Brazilian robopocalypse of the soul, which feels a bit like all of those movies and then also none of them in its unrelenting uniqueness. Seen being born in the backseat of a taxi-cab where he's immediately swaddled in plastic sheathing, Uno (Luciano Pedro Jr) discovers from a young age that he can speak to cars -- not "at" but "with," as they communicate back and protect him at all costs, their little dashboard Messiah. Taking the first of many victims as soon as he listens in, this deal's not nearly as sweet as its surface implies -- sure it's all shiny, but with purring fangs underneath.
But as hard as he tries to fight it, as many granola communes as he joins, the automobiles won't let poor Uno rest. There's nowhere to go, nowhere to hide -- the whirring and hum of the future waits for no man. So as Uno embraces his junk-yard destiny the world seems to devolve alongside him -- it's as if whatever techno-gunk the hood-humping pervs in David Cronenberg's Crash had thrumming in their veins has here gone airborne. A sudden plague of auto erotic mass asphyxiation, exhaust fumes spelling out "Surrender Dorothy" across the skies.
At a certain point we become so disassociated from our beginnings -- trying to find the through-line between a wooden wheel and an electronic synthesizer, we discover that we've invented the earth right out from under our feet. The self-replicating prophecy of technology moving on without us -- may it be the big killer-robots of James Cameron's imagination or simply the ghosts of the Tamagotchis, cresting the hills inside a hyper-real someplace cyberspace, somewhere we seem to know, feel it in our human bellies made of wet stuff, that we're being, we've been, all but left behind. King Car feels it too, and I recommend putting your hand on the hood and listening in; well it'll be speaking either way.
The movies you cited are all latin american. That is because we have the tradition of the fantastical realism. It's not something new, its our tradition.
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