I'm still not done with the Tilly Norwood story—and you shouldn't move on from it, either. Last week, the founder of an AI production studio boasted that one of its creations (a twenty-something "actress" named Tilly Norwood) will soon sign with a talent agency. Hollywood responded with an appropriate amount of rage. As everyone sounded off on the existential threat of Norwood, the veteran entertainment journalist Anthony Breznican called me with a statement that would scare Ms. Norwood (if she had temporal lobe): He's seen this before. Hollywood introduced an artificial performer... twenty years ago. Breznican wrote all about this forgotten, but extremely telling moment in Tinseltown history. It'll show you exactly what the future holds for Tilly Norwood. – Brady Langmann, senior entertainment editor Plus: |
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A massive 2001 flop also starred "synthespians." It bombed. |
We have long been obsessed with re-creating ourselves. You could draw a direct line between Tilly Norwood and the ancient Greek myth about the artist Pygmalion, who created a sculpture of a woman that was so idealistic that he fell in love with it. And we know all too well that actual magic, the kind wielded by goddesses, fairies and wizards, is as nonexistent as Tilly Norwood. We can create ingenious simulations, but the more you see a magic trick, the more the trick part becomes apparent. That's why Aki Ross can dazzle viewers with her seeming realism in 2001 but look like a mere Playstation 2 background character to us now. The same fate awaits Tilly Norwood. For one, Tilly is a terrible actress. If you want crying that will make your own eyes water too, turn to Claire Danes, the undisputed master of the craft. Tilly's cry face looks like all that AI slop crowding your Facebook profile to provoke sympathy engagement: "Today is my 50th birthday. No husband, no children. I baked the cake myself." Tilly is a close approximation of reality, but that's not good enough. A dose of reality may be necessary right now to dispel the fear around Tilly Norwood. She is not going to star in a movie. If anyone tries, no one will care. She will have baked the cake herself. |
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| If you've been thinking about upgrading your watch game, there's an abundance of watch deals as part of Amazon Prime Day right now. Surprising, yes. But the deals speak for themselves. From Citizen and Bulova to Timex and, yes, Apple, Bezos's latest mega sale is stacked with watch deals. It doesn't matter if you prioritize form, function, or a combination of both. Everyone has their own preferences, and there's an option for practically everyone as part of this sale. But if the July sale is any indication, the best timepieces will sell out first. Time is literally ticking on these discounts. |
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He hunches over his plate on the coffee table, poking his fork in the air as he chews a tomato ravioli. He's talking about his excellent head trip of a new film, Jay Kelly, in which he plays an aging movie star whose life might not be as great as he thinks it is. George Clooney's parents are in their late eighties and early nineties, back home in Augusta, Kentucky. His dad still goes to the pub in the evening, gets some dinner, throws back a little whiskey. George and Amal are trying to figure if they can somehow get his folks here to Lake Como one last time—he thinks it would be the last time. There's urgency there. He thinks it might have to be this year. He worries about having kids who will forever be the children of famous parents. As he sometimes does in serious moments, he makes an unfunny point in a funny way. He says, "The only thing I feel lucky about is that I'm so much older that the idea that my son would be compared to me is pretty unlikely, because by the time he actually will have done anything, I'm gonna be gumming my bread." |
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