Martin Starr plays a beset developer in a sort of invert “Pygmalion” for the data age.
Has South by Southwest, a film fest joined at the hip to an intuitive media gathering, stealthily turn into the top goal for non mainstream players investigating how new tech gets amongst us and the ones we cherish? In 2014’s The Heart Machine, a lady utilized Skype to keep up a long-separate issue based on untruths; the following year, Creative Control anticipated porn enslavement into the coming eventual fate of expanded reality. (Hello SXSW, what about a showcase for Black Mirror maker Charlie Brooker?) Now we have Operator, in which a software engineer assembling a computerized phone secretary comes to get more solace from a simulacrum of his better half than from the genuine lady.