I didn't mean to imply you can't read, 'trying' just was a strange verb to use there.
The "I robot" movie was SHIT on all an every levels, an insult to any person that has ever loved Asimov's work, a huge turd on his grave laid down by Hollywood producers and mister Will Smith. I regret ever having seen it. I can't even begin to elaborate on this opinion, I never thought I'd have to. The scene where he fights the robot is 'pretty cool' as it perhaps also cool to feel one's own brain cells slowly turn into a putrid mush then swell and foam right through one's nose and ears, all sanity dissipating in the oozing froth that trickles from head to toe, frantically attempting an escape from the torture that is radiated from the screen. In the iridescent light travels that peculiar type of cancer, the Cancer of the Taste, immolating capacity for higher concept and aesthetic, leaving behind only the atavistic drives that cause one's bowels to sickly shift when something that looks like a person on the screen punches somebody, or perhaps, attempts a sarcastic one-liner. The sanguine humours rise with base villainy and petty heroics as the now brainmushed taste zombie feels deep in loins the stirrings of a vicarious experience, for what is his purpose if not to fuck, kill and dominate through phantasmal projections of characters that never truly were? It is truly cool, perhaps chilling, perhaps glacial.
