Bravo, on what can be considered a perfect first season in what was one of the bravest, ambitious, exhilarating & soaring first seasons of television of the last decade. Every now & then shows come along that remind you why we obsess over television on an intellectual, existential & emotional level. Why we read the re-caps, why we listen to the podcasts, why we have these water cooler conversations. Its life affirming.
Mr. Robot is a dread filled, paranoid emotional odyssey gravitating around the trauma of a personal family history set in the backdrop of our troubled and anxiety-filled state of modernity. Before you pick apart the nods to Fight Club or American Psycho in the not so subtle subtext, understand that it comes from a place of adolescent nostalgia within the characters and is reflective of a much deeper, darker yearning for understanding your personal arc better when it is filled with nothing but pain and confusion. It is a much more meditative comment on dealing with the trauma of your history being draped in darkness rather than answering the question of who is Tyler Durden?
In these times we have to question whether our technology, our media, our institutions are our gods or our demons & who will be the prophets to expose them. The bigger question lies in whether these mere mortals turned prophets should expose them, and as they make these choices do they metamorphosis into god, the devil or the better of our angels?
This series has been uncanny in dropping a pin on the state of current world we live in, it’s not that Mr. Robot has been meditating on the zeitgeist of our collective angst and ire to the state of modernity, its literally breathing it in and bleeding it out, holding up the mirror to ourselves as we ache and aggravate within. We’ve come to a point where we are joined at the hip to our technology, our media, and our institutions. The trust we place within these vices leaves at a place where we have lost sense of ourselves, our identity and are left to question who we are.
As we check our Facebook, our Twitter, our Tinder, our Ashley Madison Account & book our next Uber while eating that delicious pizza from Menulog we are left ask in this blurred world on the Information Autobahn, Are we even real ourselves? Mr. Robot glorifies, perverts and subverts this in the most dazzling and surrealist of ways. This is the show that we want right now, but before that it’s the show we deserve. Where are our minds?