Ready Player One (2018) — The Simulation

0:03 Calaruga shark media. Every generation gets the escapism it deserves. The nineteen thirties got Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers dancing through the Depression. The nineteen fifties got westerns. The nineteen eighties got Spielberg himself, the bike rides, the adventure, the insistence that childhood was magic and the suburbs were a launchpad. The twenty tens got The Oasis Columbus, Ohio two thy forty five. The real world is a ruin, overcrowded, polluted, economically gutted. Most of humanity spends its waking hours inside a virtual reality called the Oasis, a universe of infinite digital worlds where you can be anyone, do anything, own nothing that matters. A teenager named and Wade Watts lives in a vertical slum called the Stacks and logs in every chance he gets. This is Spielberg Reloaded Episode six.

1:10 Ready Player one, twenty eighteen. Ready Player one is the most complicated film to write about in this series for a reason that becomes clear almost immediately. It is a film about the seductive emptiness of pop culture nostalgia, made by the man most responsible for the pop culture being nostologized. Spielberg is the subject of his own film, Whether he intended it to be or not. The irony is either a problem or the whole point, depending on how generously you're feeling. The film was released in March twenty eighteen. Adapted from Ernest Klein's twenty eleven novel by Klein and screenwriter Zach Penn, it follows Wade Watts, known in the Oasis as Parzival, as he competes for control of the virtual world following the death of its creator, James Halliday.

2:04 The contest is built around Halliday's obsessive love of nineteen eighties pop culture. To win, you have to think like him. To think like him, you have to know everything he knew and love everything he loved, which means, in practice, you have to love the nineteen eighties the way Stephen Spielberg loves the nineteen eighties. Spielberg was seventy one when he made this film. The culture he created in the nineteen eighties is now the content of a nostalgia contest set in a dystopia that is either deeply self aware or slightly uncomfortable, and the film never quite decides which what it does well. It does exceptionally well. The set pieces are among the most technically complex Spielberg ever attempted.

2:52 The opening race through a virtual New York, crumbling skyscrapers, King Kong on the Empire state building a t Rex in pursuit is pure kinetic joy, constructed with a precision that only someone who has been making action sequences for forty years could manage. Spielberg's spatial intelligence, his ability to place a camera so that an audience always knows exactly where they are in a chaotic environment is as sharp here as it ever was. The centerpiece sequence, set inside a recreation of Stanley Kubrick's The Shining, is the film's genuine achievement. The Overlook Hotel rendered in digital space, the characters moving through scenes they shouldn't recognize but do. It plays as both tribute and ghost story, a walk through a film that Spielberg's generation grew up alongside. Spielberg and Kubrick had a complicated relationship. Kubrick handed him AI a project that had defeated him, and there is something genuinely felt in the way Spielberg moves through that hotel. He knows those rooms. The cast is earnest and functional. Ty Sheridan plays Wade with the right mixture of idealism and insecurity.

4:06 Olivia Cook is more interesting. Her character, Artemis is the film's moral conscience, the one who keeps pointing out that the Oasis is a distraction from a world that needs fixing, even as she logs in every day. Ben Mendelssohn plays the corporate villain with the relaxed menace he brings to everything. Mark Rylance, in his third collaboration with Spielberg, plays Halliday as a man so uncomfortable in the real world that he built a better one and then couldn't enjoy it either. That last detail is where the film gets interesting. James Halliday is the film's most reson and not entirely because of Rylence's performance. Halliday is a portrait of a certain kind of genius, the man who understood pop culture better than anyone alive, who built his entire inner life from films and games and music, and who died alone having never learned to connect with another human being. The Oasis, for all its wonder is his failure made monument. He built it because the real world was too hard. The film knows this, it says so plainly, and then it asks you to celebrate the Oasis anyway. That tension between

5:38 the critique and the spectacle is where Ready Player one lives, and it is also where it struggles. Every time the film makes the argument that the virtual world is an inadequate substitute for real life, it surrounds that argument with the most dazzling version of the virtual world it can produce. The message and the medium are pulling in opposite directions. Spielberg has said in interviews that he related to Halliday to the obsessive love of movies, to the displacement of emotional life into creative work, to the way a person can be fully present in a story and absent from the room. He made close encounters about that, he made ai about something adjacent to it. Here he returns to the same territory, but this time from the outside looking in, and what he sees is loneliness dressed up as paradise.

6:32 Consider what it actually means that Spielberg directed this film. The Oasis is built around Halliday's love of nineteen eighties culture. The nineteen eighties culture most prominently featured is Spielberg's own Raiders of the Lost arc is in there. Back to the Future, which he produced, is in there. The entire emotional register of the film, The suburban Kids, the bikes, the sense that adventure is always one doorway away, is the register Spielberg invented, and the world has been borrowing ever since. He is not adapting someone else's nostalgia. He is adapting nostalgia for himself. That creates a hall of mirrors quality that the film never fully addresses. When the story argues that living inside Halliday's obsessions is a form of imprisonment, it is also arguing, at least implicitly, that living inside Spielberg's films is a form of imprisonment. The audience is meant to feel the pull of the oasis, to feel why weight would rather be there than in the stacks, and that pull works precisely because Spielberg knows how to manufacture it. He has been manufacturing it since nineteen seventy five. The film critiques the drug while administering the dose, and Spielberg is too intelligent not to know that whether that makes Ready Player one a confession, a warning, or simply a very expensive act of ambivalence is a question.

7:59 It leaves entirely open. That reading gives the film more weight than it sometimes seems to carry on the surface. The pop culture references, and there are hundreds of them, aren't just fan service. They are the texture of Halliday's inner life, the vocabulary of a man who had no other language for what he felt. When Wade learns to read that vocabulary, he isn't just solving a puzzle. He is learning to understand a person who could not explain himself any other way. Whether the film earns that reading is a fair question. The plot is mechanical, the villain is thin. The romance between Wade and Artemis is functional rather than felt. Klein's novel was always more comfortable as a catalog than a story, and the film inherits that limitation even as it improves on it. But Spielberg's craft is never in question. He is seventy years old making a film at the speed and scale of someone half his age, and the energy new flags. There is a sequence involving a giant, mechanical iron giant. The nineteen ninety nine brad Bird film Given Brief, Wordless Life that is less a reference than an act of solidarity. One film about a boy and a machine made by a different filmmaker in a different era, showing up to help another boy in a different kind of trouble. It lands with more emotion than anything else in the film. Ready Player One will not be remembered as one of Spielberg's essential works.

9:33 He seems to know that. But it is a film made with his full attention and genuine feeling by a man in his seventies who still understood what it meant to be young and lost in a story and couldn't entirely bring himself to say that was a bad thing.