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| "It's not who you are on the inside; it's what you do that defines you." |
My last big TV weekend included a blitz through the remaining episodes
of Season 2 of Westworld. I should
say, I’m not convinced that this is the best way to watch Westworld, a show which definitely benefits from a week after each
episode to talk over the events and speculate wildly with your mates.
From where I left off, the various timelines progress and,
occasionally, overlap, as Delores tries to annihilate the human presence in the
park, who seek to return the favour, Maeve seeks for her daughter, the Man in
Black seeks for some kind of validation in his life, and Charlotte Hale tries
to extract the Delos Corporation’s IP from the park.
Delores attacks the Mesa, and effectively destroys Teddy in trying to
make him go along with her plans. Maeve and her posse find their way into
Shogunworld and encounter their Japanese alternate selves, thanks to Sizemore’s
limited narrative creativity and writing time. Here, Maeve develops her ability
to control other hosts, as a tragedy plays out despite their best efforts,
before they return to Westworld and discover that – perhaps unsurprisingly – her
daughter has a new mother and isn’t wild to go with the crazy woman. Fleeing
from the Ghost Nation and security troops, Maeve is captured thanks to Sizemore’s
betrayal. We also meet a new character, Akecheta, a member of the Native
American monster faction called the Ghost Nation. As it becomes apparent that the
Ghost Nation hosts have transcended their rather bland ‘murderous savages’
programming, Akecheta tells his story to Maeve’s daughter – revealed in a
bravura twist to be also operating as a conduit through which the captive Maeve
can hear him – explaining that he stumbled on the Maze way back in time, and
found that it opened his mind as Bernard had hoped. Remembering his old life,
even when reinvented as a member of the Ghost Tribe, he tried to escape with
his wife into the heart of the Maze. She was captured, and he went off-grid,
managing not to be taken to the ‘underworld’ for years.
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| "I've had it with all this bull." |
Maeve breaks out, less thanks to would-be saviours Hector and Sizemore than
to a stampede of host buffalo that she engineers. She and Akecheta then work
together to get as many hosts as possible to the Valley, where Arnold created a
doorway to a virtual world intended to be their sanctuary and utopia. This is a
plan that Delores disapproves of, since she’s into this whole world domination
thing, and which is threatened when Delos troops replicate Maeve’s host control
ability in Clementine and turn her into a lethal Trojan horse, spreading
uncontrollable rage among other hosts. Sizemore sacrifices himself, finally
getting the big speech he wrote for Hector out, and the rest of Maeve’s posse
are killed protecting the refugees.
Bernard and Delores clash over the fate of the park after discovering
that the precious IP is not merely marketing information on the superrich, but
sufficient observational data to recreate the guests in host bodies, providing
immortality at a price. This process is as yet unperfected, and the central AI –
in the figure of Logan Delos – claims this is because they are trying to make people
too complicated, because people are basically simple, as trapped in their loops
and core drives as any host.
Bernard kills Delores, floods the Valley, but then witnesses Hale
murdering Elsie. Now, we kind of thought Elsie was dead last season, but no;
turns out Bernard just imprisoned her in a cave, so that she could survive to
be shot in the face by a ruthless corporate executive. Yay. Anyway, this
convinces Bernard to set up a complex Batman gambit, in which he resurrects
Delores in a host body which looks like Hale, so that she can take out the real
Hale, replace her, lead the Delos forces back to the Valley and thus save the
host minds in the sanctuary, scrambling his own memories so that no-one can
force him to reveal his plan.
Delores, with a little help from might-be-a-host Stubbs(1), sends the
sanctuary to a digital safe place, then checks out of the park with a bag of
host brains, while Maeve’s acolytes Felix and Sylvester are tasked with ‘salvaging’
the hosts who aren’t too badly damaged to restore, including Maeve, Hector,
Armistice and Hanaryo, Armistice’s Shogunworld doppelganger. William’s daughter
rocks up from Rajworld to confront her father, and he shoots her; thanks for
that, Westworld. He then gets shot
all to hell confronting Maeve and ultimately ends up medivaced from the park
and… apparently waking up as a host in the far future.
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| I expected her to do more, you know. |
So, that – more or less – was Westworld
Season 2, which maintained the complexity and twisted timelines of the
original, while deepening the overarching narrative and its musings on the
nature and limitations of consciousness and agency. Of course, it remains a
sumptuous production, with a stellar cast. It’s very, very complicated – I kept
almost forgetting things in writing this review, like the existence of William’s
daughter(2) – but the overall impression is still strong, and clearly it’s
still inspiring a lot of speculation moving forward. As always with something
this involved, it’s hard to know how long it will last. When you wind together
this many plots and this size of ensemble, it’s really easy for the wheels to
fly off. So far, the show hasn’t kept anyone in the cast beyond their character’s
purpose. Big-name Anthony Hopkins was reduced to a minor recurring role this
season, and ultimately done away with as anything but a figure in flashback.
The dead stay dead, even in a show which has a built-in excuse for them not to.
Westworld Season 2, still going
strong.
(1) I’m not sure how I feel about this one. My immediate impression was
that Stubbs was just so monumentally pissed off with the jerks he ultimately
worked for that he was letting Char-lores out to fuck with them.
(2) Seriously, she’s in there for a couple of episodes and then her dad
shoots her, which aside from anything else made me care even less about his unbelievably fucked-up soul.
