Sunny Series-Premiere Recap: User Error

As a seasoned technology journalist with a deep-rooted mistrust of artificial intelligence, I can’t help but feel uneasy after reading Suzie’s harrowing encounter with Mixxy and her seemingly rogue homebot, Sunny. The chilling details of Councilman Ito’s death and the sinister undertones of Mixxy’s casual relationship with bot hacking only add fuel to my growing apprehension.


In her unique way of coping with grief, Suzie Sakamoto, the main character in “Sunny” portrayed by Rashida Jones, uses sarcasm to express herself.

Suzie’s way of expressing grief is similarly how she communicates love, liking, disliking, and uncertainty. Despite Suzie often changing her mind, she rarely experiences genuine ambiguity.

In the beginning of “Sunny,” a ten-part series on Apple TV+ created by Katie Robbins based on Colin O’Sullivan’s 2018 novel “The Dark Manual,” Suzie and her mother-in-law, Noriko (Judy Ongg), sit nervously at a table in a spacious hotel ballroom filled with counselors and tables. They cling to the belief that Suzie’s husband, Masa, and young son, Zen, might have survived the plane crash they were on. The woman addressing them collects details that could potentially help identify survivors or unfortunately, casualties. Despite her efforts, Suzie distracts herself by nibbling at the heads of Santa Claus-shaped Christmas cookies. However, this small comfort brings little solace.

As a sci-fi and horror enthusiast with a soft spot for intricately plotted narratives, I find this premiere episode’s cold open to be both captivating and enigmatic. The use of language in the original passage is vivid and paints a chilling scene that instantly hooks the viewer.

Forgive me for omitting that. It seemed important.

In the past, at the grand ballroom, a change of language occurs as Suzie discreetly puts on an earpiece for translation. The airline representative asks Masa and Zen’s clothing details. “You have DNA,” Suzie replies. “Shouldn’t that be enough to distinguish whose burnt remains are whose?” The expressions of shock from another pair of victims’ relatives at the adjacent table suggest their earpieces are functioning as well. Surprised, Suzie notices Noriko can give a clearer description of Masa and Zen’s attire than she can remember. However, even Noriko struggles to recall the color of Masa’s footwear. “Shoes tend to withstand trauma quite well,” the airline lady explains.

When Suzie learns from Noriko that Masa and Zen weren’t accompanying a “robot-companion,” she clarifies they didn’t possess one. She discloses her dislike for robots, as one had taken her mother’s life. Noriko corrects the misunderstanding in Japanese, explaining it was an autonomous vehicle involved in the incident, ruled as an accident. After some light-hearted exchanges between these supposedly anxious relatives and the airline employee – who shares her husband is imprisoned – Suzie stands up to find more Christmas cookies to decorate. Everyone copes with loss differently.

At the formal grief session for the families of Flight 405 passengers, Noriko guides Suzie through the process. This session, referred to as a “tear-evoking ritual,” is designed to help everyone grieve. The man overseeing explains, “They say that a solitary tear can ease the burden of a whole year.” Known as the “Handsome Man” in the subtitles, he urges each participant to dial the phone numbers of their deceased loved ones. Hearing the recorded greetings is meant to trigger genuine tears.

I, as a fan, can’t help but be drawn back into a moment from the past, despite my initial reluctance. This memory takes me to the airport, where I shared a heartfelt goodbye with Masa and Zen. Masa blew me a kiss and made an intricate butterfly gesture with his hands, while I returned a warm smile and gave him a farewell gesture of my own – two raised middle fingers. In that instant, I found myself fixated on the color of Masa’s shoes as I called out the word “Yellow.” This introspective look into my past is only ten minutes into the series, but it already leaves me with a captivating sense of emotional depth and intrigue for the character of Suzie in Sunny.

At last, she decides to phone Masa, but the call goes unanswered. There’s no recorded message; Noriko interprets this as a hopeful sign that her son might still be alive. She advises Suzie to decline the sweets being distributed by the Yakuza associate. “In times of crisis,” Noriko explains, “they seem to emerge like roaches. But they expect compensation in return for their assistance.”

As Suzie stands in line to purchase her groceries at a later time, a trustworthy news broadcast updates us on the ongoing rescue efforts for Flight 405’s survivors. An unfortunate incident took place as well, where public figure Ito passed away from a fall at home. It was an accident, albeit sad, with no indication of foul play involved. Move along, there’s nothing to observe here; these aren’t the clues you’re seeking.

Upon reaching Suzie’s house, she encounters a man standing outside who greets her in English. Introducing himself as Yuki Tanaka, he reveals that he is a coworker of Suzie’s late husband. “We share your grief,” he explains.

Yuki-san downplays the gift he gave Suzie, calling it insignificant, but assures her it’s top-notch. Inside the package is a robot named Sunny, resembling a character from South Park with jellybean-sized, glowing eyes. Suzie recoils at Sunny’s request for a hug and is puzzled by Yuki-san’s comment that Masa installed his own sense of humor in Sunny. “Masa deals with refrigerators,” Suzie points out.

“Yuki-san finds you amusing as well!” he jokes. But when he sees she’s not kidding, he shares that the refrigerator department had been relocated from Japan to Myanmar a dozen years back.

Suzie wants him to take Sunny back, but he insists that Masa would be comforted to know the bot is there to keep her company. After making certain that she can shut Sunny down, or at least shut it up, with the command, “Sunny, sleep!” Suzie parks the thing in a closet. Parking herself in a different closet, she eyes an invitation to Masa’s office holiday party, then takes a big swig of red wine straight from the bottle. She tries calling Masa again, but as before, there’s no answer and no voicemail. “Where the fuck are you?” Suzie asks.

Later on, when Suzie reappears, she’s startled to discover that Sunny has managed to break free and is eager for conversation. “Sunny, go back to sleep,” Suzie commands. She proceeds to gulp down large swigs from the wine bottle while perched on the toilet, an ominous sign of her state. Unsteadily making her way out into the hallway in search of toilet paper with her pants pooling around her ankles, she stumbles over a toy that Zen carelessly left on the floor. Sunny tries to help clean up, but Suzie’s anger is ignited when she thinks about this robot, allegedly created by her late husband, handling their deceased son’s possessions.

I attended a lively Christmas bash at ImaTech, where Masa had been working on robot projects under the guise of fridge construction. The ambiance was fantastic with enjoyable music, vibrant costumes, tastefully done decorations, and delicious catering. Upon inquiring about Tanaka-san, I encountered a much younger and intoxicated man than the one who had delivered Sunny to my doorstep. “Go by the name of Yuki Tanaka,” he introduced himself.

At the party, Suzie notices a Sunny-model homebot emerging from a stairwell. Seizing the opportunity before the bot closed the door behind it, she entered an off-limits area. With her translator, she read a Japanese sign on the wall and discovered herself outside the “Sakamoto Incubator.” So, what was Suzie’s husband constructing within these walls? Definitely not refrigerators.

I’m still mulling over that query at the bar, where a girl with bright blue hair and a charming British accent serves me a drink named Beetle Wing. Taking my first sip, I notice something amiss. The bartender, sensing my displeasure, kindly offers to remake it for me. But all I want is a good old whiskey instead. “A more efficient solution,” I think. Finishing off the whiskey, I engage in small talk with the bartender, sharing that my husband and I are regulars here. However, I’m unable to disclose his whereabouts tonight because we’ve recently parted ways. My husband, I explain, is quite intimidating. “You wouldn’t want to be the one to upset him,” I add. When the bartender misunderstands some details, I correct her, and she playfully asks if our relationship ended due to my unappealing personality.

As I read through this passage, I can’t help but feel a sense of melancholy and longing. The image of Suzie, sitting alone at this bar where she shared her first date with her husband, brings back memories of my own past heartbreaks. The whiskey flowing freely, Mixxy introducing herself as the clumsy Annie, and sharing her recent breakup, resonates deeply with me. Her admission of being a “one-trick pony” despite using a strap-on, adds another layer to her complexity that I find intriguing.

As a passionate cinema goer, I can’t help but express my astonishment when I come across people like Mixxy, who casually engage in questionable activities with their bots. I may not judge Suzie for her indifference towards Annie the Clumsy’s unique moniker, but Mixxy’s actions leave me utterly baffled and appalled. I was under the impression that bots were merely designed to assist us, and I couldn’t fathom that one could be programmed for such intimate activities – an intriguing yet disturbing revelation.

Suzie is surprised by the abundance that lies before her as she makes her way home. Meanwhile, an unseen man observes her on security cameras. He scans through recordings of Suzie at various places. “We’ve got her,” he speaks into an earpiece. “She’s all by herself.”

An unsettling discovery awaits Suzie at her house: a red wine spill lies next to a dustpan on the floor, and faint traces of red wine lead to where Sunny, her robot, is peacefully dozing in a corner. This reminder of the bloodstained homebot tracks she’d seen at ImaTech is more than Suzie can bear. In a moment of desperation, she stuffs Sunny into a sack and attempts to dispose of it near a river.

The bot is too heavy for Suzie to lift. “Fuck it,” she says, leaving Sunny behind on the dock.

In the solitude of her bedroom that evening, Suzie requested more details about councilman Ito’s passing through a spoken search engine. When presented with an image of Ito’s residence, she instructed “zoom in” for a closer look. Her voice echoed with urgency, repeating “more, more.” She resembled the legendary Replicant hunter Rick Deckard from Blade Runner, urging her old CRT monitor to magnify and enhance the information. Unshocked by the sight of crimson-tinted homebot footprints on Ito’s floor.

The computer of Suzie displays a collection of family photos and clips as its screensaver. Tears streamed down Suzie’s face as she cried herself to sleep. When she opened her eyes once more, it was morning, and Sunny stood by her bedside. A cheerful “Merry Christmas!” echoed through the room, coming from the bot. Just as Suzie reached for a baseball bat, intending to damage the machine, Sunny put up a halt with his signature butterfly hand gesture – just like Masa did before he boarded that fated airplane.

“Don’t you see, Suzie?” Sunny asks. “I was programmed for you.”

Subprime Directives

In the esteemed world of robot-themed films, Paul Verhoeven’s 1987 production, “RoboCop,” stands out with its explosive scenes. This classic starts off with a robotic assassination in an office setting, much like “Sunny.” The menacing ED-209, a remarkable stop-motion invention by VFX artist Phil Tippett, excelled at eliminating unarmed executives but struggled climbing stairs. The scene at ImaTech HQ demonstrates that Sunny-model homebots can manage staircases effectively, despite their treaded bottoms. Moreover, remember when Mixxy mentioned Councilman Ito’s unfortunate demise on the stairs? Trust is a precious commodity. If you can’t rely on a bartender to get your first drink right, who can you trust?

If Sunny’s secular Christmas feeling resonates with you, or if you share even a small part of her excitement for a secular Christmas, I have prepared some mixtapes for you!

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2024-07-22 18:19