Westworld Shifts the Balance of Who Gets to Play God, and Why, in “Les Écorchés”
(Episode 2.07)
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If last week’s “Phase Space; was about the cycle of trial and errors that is creation, this week’s Westworld (“Les Écorchés”) is about how the very act of creation also implies destruction—and how the two are unavoidably linked. The act of playing God (and I do mean “playing”) comes in many forms in the multiple layers of Westworld’s reality, whether it’s the programmer-program relationship, the father-daughter relationship, the boss-lackey relationship, or the writer-character relationship. None of these even touch the outside world, and they’re only small diversions that add up to the second season’s slowly unveiled main secret. Well, the most central secret to the show’s world so far: Westworld’s purpose is to play God 2.0 and replicate life.
Not just any life, which Ford (Anthony Hopkins) explains to Bernard (Jeffrey Wright) in their letterboxed subroutine of Westworld’s larger program, but specific lives. This is more than cloning. This is immortality. Hence Ford’s life—intact and sane—inside the program while James Delos degenerated over the course of his Sisyphean punishment in the real world. As Ford explains the situation and the importance of Dolores (Evan Rachel Wood) as the host that helped rebuild her own creator, Arnold (whom Bernard is based upon), the episode drags. Unsurprising answers delivered in unsurprising ways make this a weird walk-and-talk sequence, but not an especially engaging one.
The surprise comes when Ford techno-possesses Bernard, putting a cybermonkey on his back and, for the first time, qualifying the Geek Squad for exorcism. Bernard’s had an interesting chronology this season, but a less interesting character arc. With the addition of a very focused creator inside the buggy creation, he becomes an engine rather than a calendar. Before it was “which Bernard is that?” Now it’s “which person inside Bernard is that?” The latter, even though director Nicole Kassell bludgeons us with reflections and match cuts that (almost like a 1980s possession movie) emphasize the god inside this machine, is much more fun to watch because it makes the Bernard segments feel like TV instead of a game of “spot the difference.”
Some of the Delos base action is lame just because of its predictability. A host seduces a security officer so she can blow up the host backup archive? Wouldn’t literally anyone that worked for Delos know “don’t trust the former sex robots?” It’s like an Austin Powers scene done absolutely seriously. Her breasts all but open up to reveal her guns. Other moments, like the waltz-set fight scene as Bernard/Ford helps the hosts complete their scheme, are simply more of the generically choreographed set dressing that’s been behind the majority of the season’s (relatively juicy) plot. At some point, seeing a host blast a modern-day security officer with a revolver just isn’t exciting anymore.