Entertainment
'Orphan Black: Echoes' mirrors a television industry desperate to reclaim its glory days
This article contains spoilers for the first episode of “Orphan Black: Echoes.”
Sometimes a new television show illuminates the limitless possibilities of the art form. And sometimes it reveals that art form’s struggles.
“Orphan Black: Echoes” is precisely what the title implies — a far-off reverberation of an original event, in many ways mirroring the state of television at the moment, scrambling to reclaim its former glory.
This is not to damn “Echoes.” If it was not attached to a masterwork, it could be viewed as a perfectly serviceable, mildly futurist contemplation of the perils of life-replicating technology, deeply rooted in “Frankenstein,” and the vast “what have I wrought?” genre of science-regret that rose in its wake.
In the pilot, which aired Sunday on AMC, Lucy (Krysten Ritter) wakes up on a living room sofa. She is immediately, and kindly, questioned by a woman in a white coat (Keeley Hawes) who is very interested in the state of Lucy’s memory. When it becomes clear that Lucy has no memory, of anything at all, things get a bit … agitated.
Soon enough, Lucy has broken out of the living room, only to discover that it is just a set in a warehouse full of all sorts of funky “science” equipment — weird X-rays, slowly turning fans and a box full of pink goo that contains a half-formed human. The scientist appears and gently informs Lucy that she is the result of cutting-edge technology, a flesh and blood “print-out” of human tissue.
The true identity of the scientist (Keeley Hawes) who greets Lucy in “Orphan Black: Echoes” is revealed at the end of the first episode.
(Sophie Giraud / AMC)
Like any good Frankenstein monster, Lucy runs away and somehow creates an off-the-grid life, complete with a lovely boyfriend (Avan Jogia) and his equally lovely deaf daughter (Zariella Langford-Haughton). Not surprisingly, many people are looking for Lucy, and while her perpetually worried creator insists that Lucy is not violent, others are not so sure.
In place of villagers with pitchforks, Lucy does battle with those who want her returned to the lab and/or killed (allowing Ritter to show off her “Jessica Jones” fighting skills). Attempting to find and confront her creator, Lucy sees a younger version of herself — a teenager by the name of Jules (Amanda Fix) — and realizes she is not the only walking-talking printout in existence.
It isn’t until the end of the hour, as she makes a call to her aunt Cosima, that Hawes’ scientist is revealed to be none other than Kira, the child at the center of so much of the drama in “Orphan Black.” To underscore this, the camera sweeps across Kira’s desk, showing photos of Cosima (Tatiana Maslany), her mother Sarah (also Maslany), Felix (Jordan Gavaris) and Mrs. S (Maria Doyle Kennedy).
The shot is, frankly, a big mistake and serves as an instant reminder of how much viewers will miss “Orphan Black.” Despite the fact that both were made by AMC and BBC America, “Echoes” cannot hold a cloned candle to “Orphan Black.” It is not just a different show, it’s a very different type of show, one that takes itself far more seriously than “Orphan Black” ever did.
Jules (Amanda Fix) is a younger version of Lucy (Krysten Ritter).
(Sophie Giraud / AMC)
Although there is delicious irony to be had in the daughter of a clone getting into the human replicating business, the series is not interested in playing with that. In fact, it doesn’t play much at all, remaining, at least in early episodes, unrelievedly serious — even Felix, showing up in a regrettable “look, I’m-older!” wig, hat and glasses, is not allowed to provide the outrageousness and humor that made him such a key player in the original.
Creator Anna Fishko has been clear about her desire to distance “Echoes” from its progenitor, but her methods of doing so strand the narrative in no-man’s land, with Kira’s identity being more of a distraction than a main event, while everyone misses Cosima and all of her clone sestras.
More important is the refusal, by anyone, to mine the absurdity of the situation. Only Jules is allowed to have any fun at all, but even she is confined to angsty teenage anger.
“Orphan Black: Echoes” has Ritter and Hawes, two fine performers, and, as the plot unfolds, an at-times powerful subplot about how far the pain of loss can drive you. But the thing it does best, alas, is remind the world of how truly great and radically under appreciated “Orphan Black” was, and what a mess television has become since it debuted.
In 2013, Maslany dazzled viewers as an ever-expanding group of disparate, and desperate, clones trying to figure out how they came to exist, and who was trying to kill them.
The show arrived at a moment when television had exploded with new platforms and scripted shows that drew obsessively dedicated audiences. AMC was still caught up in the glory of “Mad Men” and “Breaking Bad;” “Orange Is the New Black” and “The Blacklist” had just premiered and “Downton Abbey” and “Game of Thrones” were hitting their strides. Netflix fully entered the game with “House of Cards” while Prime Video test-ballooned “Alpha House.” The problems of “Peak TV” were years away.
Created by Graeme Manson and John Fawcett, “Orphan Black” snuck into the mix as the best sort of sci-fi series. Its reality was not so much re-imagined as slightly tweaked, which allowed the narrative to examine current cultural fault-lines — between science and religion, rich and poor, the individual and the collective — while asking the basic question great art always asks: Who are we really?
The clones became powerful, and often hilarious proof, of how different humans can be while still being essentially the same. Hyper-controlled soccer mom Alison, former street-savvy foster kid Sarah, genius scientist Cosima and whacked-out assassin Helena questioned the morality of extreme science while battling nefarious forces, but they also a hell of a lot of fun to watch.
It was an astonishing feat, by Maslany, of course, but also the writers and the rest of the cast, that impressed most critics (including me) and regular viewers, amassing a devoted fan base dubbed #CloneClub.
But amid the growing cacophony of television’s creative revolution, “Orphan Black” never quite achieved the stature it deserved.
Though Maslany (finally) won an Emmy in 2016, none of the writers, supporting actors or the show itself were similarly acknowledged, which had more to do with the state of the industry than the show itself.
It’s not that “Orphan Black” got lost in the shuffle — its fans were numerous and very vocal. It just never quite occupied the cultural conversation in the way “Mad Men” or “House of Cards” did.
Perhaps it was too sci-fi, or female-centric, or Canadian for its time; perhaps Maslany’s lack of previous stardom made it a tough sell. Whatever the reason, “Orphan Black” remained a mostly word-of-mouth show that should be in the pantheon of work that created television’s modern Golden Age.
Perhaps it will now that “Echoes” is part of television’s Repurposing Age, in which successful series are sold off for parts or recycled entirely.
Television, like Broadway and film, has become more interested in replicating the past than investing in the future, churning out endless sequels, prequels and reboots. As with most things, some of them work — ”Better Call Saul,” Young Sheldon” — some of them don’t — ”Rings of Power,” “And Just Like That” — and some land in between — “House of the Dragon.”
Taken together, however, these regenerative shows reveal an industry attempting to recapture, or cling to, the Golden Age without understanding what made it golden. Television became the ascendant art form of the 21st century because new and re-imaged platforms were willing to swing big, take risks and defy conventional wisdom.
Obviously, the realities of Peak TV, and the welter of streaming services currently competing for eyeballs, create financial pressure that did not exist in those halcyon days. But images grow less vivid the more they are copied and you can’t be groundbreaking if you’re continually mining ground that has already been broken.
Movie Reviews
‘Hoppers’ review: Who can argue with hilarious talking animals?
Just when you think Pixar’s petting-zoo cute new movie “Hoppers” is flagrantly ripping off James Cameron, the characters come clean.
movie review
HOPPERS
Running time: 105 minutes. Rated PG (action/peril, some scary images and mild language). In theaters March 6.
“You guys, this is like ‘Avatar’!,” squeals 19-year-old Mabel (Piper Curda), the studio’s rare college-age heroine.
Shoots back her nutty professor, Dr. Fairfax (Kathy Kajimy): “This is nothing like ‘Avatar!’”
Sorry, Doc, it definitely is. And that’s fine. Placing the smart sci-fi story atop an animated family film feels right for Pixar, which has long fused the technological, the fantastical and the natural into a warm signature blend. Also, come on, “Avatar” is “Dances With Wolves” via “E.T.”
What separates “Hoppers” from the pack of recent Pix flix, which have been wholesome as a church bake sale, is its comic irreverence.
Director Daniel Chong’s original movie is terribly funny, and often in an unfamiliar, warped way for the cerebral and mushy studio. For example, I’ve never witnessed so many speaking characters be killed off in a Pixar movie — and laughed heartily at their offings to boot.
What’s the parallel to Pandora? Mabel, a budding environmental activist, has stumbled on a secret laboratory where her kooky teachers can beam their minds into realistic robot animals in order to study them. They call the devices “hoppers.”
Bold and fiery Mabel — PETA, but palatable — sees an opportunity.
The mayor of Beaverton, Jerry (Jon Hamm), plans to destroy her beloved local pond that’s teeming with wildlife to build an expressway. And the only thing stopping the egomaniacal pol — a more upbeat version of President Business from “The Lego Movie” — is the water’s critters, who have all mysteriously disappeared.
So, Mabel avatars into beaver-bot, and sets off in search of the lost creatures to discover why they’ve left.
From there, the movie written by Jesse Andrews (“Luca”) toys with “Toy Story.” Here’s what mischief fuzzy mammals, birds, reptiles and insects get up to when humans aren’t snooping around. Dance aerobics, it turns out.
Per the usual, “Hoppers” goes deep inside their intricate society. The beasts have a formal political system of antagonistic “Game of Thrones”-like royal houses. The most menacing are the Insect Queen (Meryl Streep — I’d call her a chameleon, but she’s playing a bug), a staunch monarch butterfly and her conniving caterpillar kid (Dave Franco). They’re scheming for power.
Perfectly content with his station is Mabel’s new best furry friend King George (Bobby Moynihan), a gullible beaver who ascended to the throne unexpectedly. He happily enforces “pond rules,” such as, “When you gotta eat, eat.”
That means predators have free rein to nosh on prey, and everybody’s cool with it. Because of bone-dry deliveries, like exhausted office drones, the four-legged cast members are hilarious as they go about their Animal Planet activities.
No surprise — talking lizards, sharks, bears, geese and frogs are the real stars here. They far outshine Mabel, even when she dons beaver attire. Much like a 19-year-old in a job interview, she doesn’t leave much of an impression.
Yes, the teen has a heartfelt motivation: The embattled pond was her late grandma’s favorite place. Mabel promised her that she’d protect it.
But in personality she doesn’t rank as one of Pixar’s most engaging leads, perhaps because she’s past voting age. Mabel is nestled in a nebulous phase between teenage rebellion and adulthood that’s pretty blasé, even if a touch of tension comes from her hiding her Homo sapien identity from her new diminutive pals. When animated, kids make better adventurers, plain and simple.
“Hoppers” continues Pixar’s run of humble, charming originals (“Luca,” “Elio”) in between billion-dollar-grossing, idea-starved sequels (“Inside Out 2,” probably “Toy Story 5”). The Disney-owned studio’s days of irrepressible innovation and unmatched imagination are well behind it. No one’s awed by anything anymore. “Coco,” almost 10 years ago, was their last new property to wow on the scale of peak Pixar.
Look, the new movie is likable and has a brain, heart and ample laughs. That’s more than I can say for most family fare. “A Minecraft Movie” made me wanna hop right out of the theater.
Entertainment
Ulysses Jenkins, Los Angeles artist and pioneer of Black experimental video, dies at 79
Ulysses Jenkins, the pioneering Los Angeles-born video artist whose avant-garde compositions embodied Black experimentalism, has died. He was 79.
Jenkins’ death was confirmed by his alma mater Otis College, where he studied under renowned painter and printmaker Charles White in the late 1970s and returned as an instructor years later. The Los Angeles art and design school shared a statement from the Charles White Archive, which said, “Jenkins had a profound impact on contemporary art and media practices.”
“A trailblazing figure in Black experimental video, he was widely recognized for works that used image, sound, and cultural iconography to examine representation, race, gender, ritual, history, and power,” the statement said.
A self-proclaimed “griot,” Jenkins throughout his decades-spanning career maintained an art practice grounded in the tradition of those West African oral historians who came before him. Through archival documentaries like “The Nomadics” and surrealist murals like “1848: Bandaide,” he leveraged alternative media to challenge Eurocentric representations of Black Americans in popular culture.
He was both an artist and a storyteller who sought to “reassert the history and the culture,” he told The Times in 2022. That year, the Hammer Museum presented Jenkins’ first major retrospective, “Ulysses Jenkins: Without Your Interpretation.”
“Early video art was about the problems with the media that we are still having today: the notions of truth,” Jenkins said. “To that extent, early video art was a construct that was anti-media … a critical analysis of the media that we were viewing every night.”
Born in 1946 to Los Angeles transplants from the South, Jenkins was ambivalent about the city, which offered his parents some refuge from the blatant systemic racism they encountered in their hometowns, but housed an entertainment industry that had long perpetuated anti-Black sentiment.
“What Hollywood represents, especially in my work, is the classic plantation mentality,” Jenkins told The Times in 1986. “Although people aren’t necessarily enslaved by it, people enslave themselves to it because they’re told how fantastic it is to help manifest these illusions for a corporate sponsor.”
Jenkins, who participated in a group of artists committed to spontaneous action called Studio Z, was naturally drawn to video art over Hollywood filmmaking. “I can address any issue and I don’t have to wait for [the studios’] big OK. I thought this was a land of freedom, and video allows me that freedom and opportunity that I can create for myself and at least feel that part of being an American,” he said.
Jenkins went on to deconstruct Hollywood’s vision of the Black diaspora in experimental video compositions including “Mass of Images,” which incorporates clips from D.W. Griffith’s notoriously racist “The Birth of a Nation,” and “Two-Tone Transfer,” which depicts, in Jenkins’ words, a “dreamscape in which the dreamer awakens to a visitation of three minstrels who tell the story of the development of African American stereotypes in the American entertainment industry.”
Jenkins’ legacy is not only artistic but institutional, with the luminary having held teaching appointments at UCSD and UCI, where he co-founded the digital filmmaking minor with fellow Southern California-based artists Bruce Yonemoto and Bryan Jackson.
As artist and educator Suzanne Lacy penned in her social media tribute to Jenkins, which showed him speaking to students at REDCAT in L.A., “he has been an important part of our histories here in Southern California as video and performance artists evolved their practices.”
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Review | Hoppers: Pixar’s new animation is a hilarious, heartfelt animal Avatar
4/5 stars
Bounding into cinemas just in time for spring, the latest Pixar animation is a pleasingly charming tale of man vs nature, with a bit of crazy robot tech thrown in.
The star of Hoppers is Mabel Tanaka (voiced by Piper Curda), a young animal-lover leading a one-girl protest over a freeway being built through the tranquil countryside near her hometown of Beaverton.
Because the freeway is the pet project of the town’s popular mayor, Jerry (Jon Hamm), who is vying for re-election, Mabel’s protests fall on deaf ears.
Everything changes when she stumbles upon top-secret research by her biology professor, Dr Sam Fairfax (Kathy Najimy), that allows for the human consciousness to be linked to robotic animals. This lets users get up close and personal with other species.
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