And now, from its creators, a few words on the RoboThespian:
As an actor, it is a mirror. The most difficult question you may have to answer yourself is: ‘what am I for?’ RoboThespian™ demonstrates that utility is not a prerequisite for existence, a concept familiar to the artist but alien to the engineer. ‘Necessity is the mother of invention’, a received wisdom, but necessity is not the mother of this invention, I doubt they are even related at all.
This is very true, inventors of a thing that most definitely should not exist. I’m pretty sure a particularly embittering failed bid at Broadway stardom (aka, too many double shifts at the Times Square Red Lobster without a single call back for that chorus line spot in Carnival Cruise’s production of Seussical) and an unintentional death wish for the human race are the mother of your invention. For realsies, nothing else explains the waking nightmare that is witnessing this…this thing in action:
On one hand, I keep telling myself that RoboThespian could be totally hilarious if put in the right situation. Situations like performing anything from Cats,or dying of an overdose in Rent.
On the other hand, a robot that’s programmed to entertain you today is still a robot capable of killing you with its steely grip tomorrow, so seriously, y’all: RUN THE FUCK AWAAAY!
Much I-love-to-nightmare love to Vulture for this one.