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In the title sequence of After Yang, five four-member households participate in
a polychromatic, synchronized dance battle. With an energy that feels like
contemporary K-pop, each group bops to the pulsing beat in shiny matching
outfits. Two are comprised of a man, a woman, and two physically similar
children; the rest are an array of ages, genders, and ethnicities. “Tornado
time,” commands the virtual moderator, as each troupe spins in place, arms
extended. The playful absurdity of the calisthenics clashes with the high-stakes
pressure to move in unison. “Level two complete: four thousand families
eliminated.”
For a film invested in heavy existential fodder — nature versus nurture, the
prospect of life after death, our increasing reliance on artificial intelligence
— After Yang stealthily evades the dystopian trappings we have come to expect
from the futuristic sci-fi genre: verdant lawns replace industrial wasteland,
computer screens are all but absent, and clothing is rough-spun muslin or linen.
With an attention to austere architectural space, director Kogonada envisions a
glass-strewn suburbia in which houses are small but refulgent, cars don’t exist
but Instagram-ready cafes still do — as do demanding “Karens” in retail
contexts, bearded computer technicians at “Quick Fix” counters, and middle-aged
mechanics who vent about “corporate bullshit.” What counts as a “family” may be
ever more flexible, but the concept itself is no less precious, and no less
precarious, for that matter. The second feature by the Korean-American director
who cut his teeth making video essays on canonical filmmakers, After Yang merges
his fastidious attention to form with a rare empathy for the insecurity of the
human condition, especially within the nuclear unit.
Based on the short story by Alexander Weinstein, the drama avoids excessive
exposition, inviting us to infer or imagine underlying narrative context on our
own. Set in an unspecified time and place in the future, Kira (Jodie
Turner-Smith), a British businesswoman of African descent, raises Mika (Malea
Emma Tjandrawidjaja), a seven-year-old girl adopted as an infant from China,
with Jake (Colin Farrell), an Irishman who struggles to run a profitable
teashop. As do most of the characters onscreen, Mika sports a generic American
accent.
Of course, such multiculturalism and cosmopolitanism could apply to today — and
that is part of the point. In the future, Kogonada seems to say, identity still
matters, if not always in the same way. Mum can be the breadwinner while Dad
brews tea, and affordable childcare is hard to come by. It’s a world a whole lot
like our own, which renders the status of the eponymous “Yang” all the more
disquieting.
Yang (Justin H. Min) plays the role of Mika’s (much) older brother — teaching
her Mandarin, dispensing factoids about Chinese ingenuity, and watching over her
when Jake and Kira are at work. That Yang resembles a nanny seems to obliquely
comment on the present-day phenomenon of affluent Westerners outsourcing care
giving labor to those from different cultures and classes, often from less
economically developed countries. But as we soon come to learn, Yang isn’t
really Chinese; he’s not even human. He is, rather, a “certified refurbished”
android acquired via “Second Siblings,” a purveyor of “cultural technos” to
supply companionship for adopted children of foreign heritage.
When Yang malfunctions and “shuts down,” disqualifying the family from the
monthly dance-off, Jake and Kira are faced with a serious dilemma: try to repair
him — at great cost, and with the potential to leak invaluable spy ware — or
accept his loss as a sign that they need to step it up as parents. That an
android can do a better job in caring for their daughter seems totally
plausible, and yet Jake’s and Kira’s human imperfection is part of what makes
them sympathetic. “I just want us to be a team, a family,” Kira sighs to her
husband early in the film, a vision no less lofty — or fraught — than it is
today.
Much of the film’s emotional resonance stems from Yang’s and Mika’s
believability as siblings, as seen through a series of flashbacks afforded by
his extracted memory chip. When Mika is teased at school for lacking “real
parents,” Yang compares their family to the grafted apple trees in the backyard.
“Remember, both trees are important,” he explains. “Your other family tree is
also a vital part of who you were.” With his boy-band haircut and vintage tees,
Yang comes across as both affable and unflappable, an ideal protector of his
pig-tailed mei-mei — probing and disrupting the racist trope of East Asian
people as impassive.
Whether Yang assuredly lacks human desires, or desires to be human, is also up
for debate. Via a pair of rose-tinted time-traveling spectacles, Jake and Kira
interrogate Yang’s recorded memories for themselves, mined like glittering gems
in a galaxy of data — a cross between the cosmic universe sequence that launches
Terrence Malick’s Tree of Life and the grid-like optical's of The Matrix. “I wish
I felt something deeper about tea,” Yang admits during a kitchen conversation
with Jake. “I wish I had a real memory of tea in China, of a place, of a time.”
Would Yang be better off if he was human? Is the family better off after Yang?
For the film’s taut 90 minutes, Jake and Kira try — and mostly fail — to
convince themselves as much. But Mika’s grief at losing her ge-ge quickly
becomes our own, as does her parents’ intensifying uncertainty about what his
“death” will mean to them in the long term. “There’s no something without
nothing,” Yang says when Kyra asks him, in a flashback, if “the idea of endings”
make him sad.
Whether Kogonada intended it or not, After Yang plays like a profound film for
the glass-half-full atheist, suggesting not only the preciousness and importance
of life, but the ways in which it continues after our systems crash. The death
of an android isn’t quite like the death of a human, even though it feels that
way for Mika and her parents, so the grieving process becomes a strange process
of discovery, one where Jake can literally access a being from the inside. It
turns out the meaning of life is downloadable.
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