Proyas, in the requisite HBO behind - the - scenes glorified press release, called I, Robot a documentary of the future; I call it an astonishingly bloated misfire with glints of gold here and there (a new generation of robots are called «Nestors» — apparently named by someone early on in the screenwriting process after the peacemaker between Agamemnon and Achilles during the Trojan War), buried beneath all the simpering, condescending idiot -
rhetoric of Akiva Goldsman, who, if he leaves a smart reference in a
script, makes double - sure to explain it in small words for an audience he presumes is several times stupider
than he is.
Amanda King, a recent Effingham High School graduate who plans to major in journalism in college, says that as a result of rewriting drafts of
scripts based on her teachers» and classmates» critiques, the course has improved her writing skills more
than her
rhetoric class has.