For weeks before the season premiere, the ads for Mr. Robot
were unremitting. I listen to a lot of music at work via Youtube, where the
incessant monotonous hum of skippable ads hammer at every conceivable interval
between playlist tracks. Mr. Robot’s
campaign administered itself into this regimen.
The algorithim that wiggled and rigged these promos in front of me seemed
targeted, an equation of websites visited, songs purchased, petitions signed,
articles liked, twitter follows, et al., which is part of what made me
skeptical. The world Mr. Robot’s
protagonist seemed to be targeting was the one that was producing it.
It’s well-established that the culture industry produces
interpassive modes of resistance that allow us to simulate rebellion without
actuating it. A show about a hacker
fighting the 1% seemed destined to only be told in the circular language of
existing tropes, resistance to the spectacle told in its native tongue. We already know the one about the solitary
hero who lives his* life thinking that something is off, but can’t quite place
it; who through chance or a fateful step outside his comfort zone finds a
pre-prepared underground whose existence forms the epiphany that helps him take
on an authoritarian power structure filled with impossibly uncaring evil
tyrants**. We’ve seen that flick a
million times before and Mr. Robot knows it.
In a way, Mr. Robot flirts with these genre conventions as it
tries to subvert them. Four episodes in, the show has teetered on the edge of
greatness, but it remains poised to spoil the good graces it has earned by
tipping the scale back to the favor of the familiar at any given moment. There’s plenty of writing out there right
now on why this show is the surprise success of the season, so I want to focus briefly
on why the show’s anti-capitalist bent, even if performative, does a number of
things right, or at least in a way that television was seemingly never
“allowed” to do prior to this show.
Shows with politics central to the plot tend to dilute any
specific aims in an attempt to diversify their audience. Like good democrats, studios don’t mind
alienating passionate and fiery progressives in favor of satiating the
middlebrow middle class. As such, Mr.
Robot’s narrative lead in Elliot, played by a masterful Rami Malek, is
alarmingly acute in his gripes. Rather
than rage broadly against the machine, Elliot actually names names. And not just when he calls out giant
corporations like Eli Lily or Monsanto by name (the main target on the show is
eCorp, whose logo is a not-so-subtle facsimile of Enron but whose brand
encompasses BoA, General Electric, Google, Apple, you name it- essentially a
stand-in for all conglomerated capital).
He targets exactly the performative aspects of popular culture that we liberals
are sanctioned to enjoy- the biography of Steve Jobs, The Hunger Games, Marvel
movies, nerd culture, et al. A more
winking show might have implicated the Mr. Robot brand itself in this
list. Yet, when the show attempts to
throw a cheap jab against a character whose Facebook likes include
“Transformers 2”, “Josh Groban”, and “George Bush’s Decision Points”, Elliot
retreats, admitting that said douche is still not that bad a guy, careful to
separate institutions from their unwilling control subjects, and cautious to
delineate that people are not the sum of all they consume. Still, fuck that guy.
Elliot is a contradictory character, an outsider who longs
for acceptance, but also an extreme narcissist, which is a dangerous thing to
be in a first-person narrative show.
Within the first ten minutes of the show, he has “destroyed a man’s
life, his existence, I deleted him”, the latter being a child pornographer
hosting websites routed through servers in his franchised coffeehouses that
contained Wi-fi too good to be true.
Elliot can’t socialize with actual humans and instead snoops around
online, collecting information via every available channel***. He considers
himself to be extremely perceptive, but fails to notice that his boss is gay and
misinterprets half of what his childhood friend seems to be communicating at
any given point. He outs a cheating
boyfriend to dispossess his psychiatrist of her trustworthy nature, but fails
to open up to her about what’s irking him on a day-to-day basis. He creeps like a creep in the shadows,
placing no value on what others perceive to be safe spaces, exposing those
portals as the insecure hubs they are.
While playing a hero, he assumes the pose of a predator, and unlike our
current crop of superhero films, Mr. Robot is upfront about how problematic
this thin veneer is.
The show walks a tightrope around Elliot’s moral gray areas. On the one hand, it expects us to be
sympathetic to his crusader efforts against eCorp. I don’t anticipate that the show will
eventually turn him into some kind of Walter White style villain, but by making
him the singular focus it does veer the narrative towards his loner/lonely
perspective in a very Notes from the Underground way. Elliot is a self-avowed pessimist who sees
and expects the worst in people and is often right. His antisocial online activity stems from a
place of male privilege, where intentionality is always the white horse even if
the methods he uses to track his psychiatrist and his best friend mirror
abusive behaviors women face daily from cyberbullies (the likes of which appear
later in the show in the form of a hacker group trying to extort a couple in a
revenge-porn like scheme). Elliot attempts to be chivalrous standing up for a
female colleague in a boardroom meeting, but actually ends up just humiliating
her and re-affirming the institutional sexism of the executives he’s speaking
with. Mr. Robot is smart in presenting
Elliot as an unreliable narrator, often as much a product of the world he’s
dismissing as those he writes off, but it’s also subtle in ways that may be
lost on potential audiences looking to ride out his corporate takedown on
Elliot’s terms alone.
What’s interesting and unique about Elliot’s issues is how
the show clearly implicates capitalism in his malaise, and not just because his
father suffered from Leukemia brought on by radiation he was exposed to as an employee
at eCorp. His loneliness, insularity,
anxiety, and depression are all augmented by the barriers of neoliberal
ontology, specifically how late capitalist society does not allow a space for
people like him to exist. In the pilot’s
opening scene, Elliot attempts to identify with the child pornographer; “I know
what it’s like to be different. I’m very
different too.” Capitalism treats both
of them as equals, the hacktivist and the black market sexual predator, the
Arab kid too awkward for most gainful employment and the small business owner
too perverse to be satisfied with what’s on the market. The massive ethical divide between the two
doesn’t really make a difference to the reigns of control. If Elliot is caught, he will likely face as
much jail time as the child pornographer, if not more.
Elliot’s too shy to create the kind of Pinterest dream life
he sees his friends and coworkers enjoying, too disenfranchised to consume away
his troubles with anything but narcotics and cheap thrills from hacking
personal accounts. And even though he
knows this is all fantasy, that none of us actually live the lives we’re
expected to simulate online, he still desires it. He longs to live there, a “bug-free
life”.
“What are you thinking about?” asks Elliot’s psychiatrist at
one point in the pilot. “Nothing”, he replies. On the one hand, this is just an
accurate portrayal of living with anxiety or depression. When there’s so much
weighing on you at any given time and the vastness of it so great that language
fails. Or perhaps you just don’t feel
like sharing. Elliot mentions at one point that he isn’t on Facebook. On the other hand, there’s the desolate
feeling of complete ontological isolation that comes from living in a world
that seems fundamentally unjust, governed by hierarchies that benefit so few
and cause great suffering to so many.
You walk around and see the wiring, the artificiality everywhere, but it
persists with the consent of everyone around you. “We voted for this,” Elliot remarks at one
point. Speaking up about this is a constant,
often futile struggle when so many seem to either willfully ignore it or,
worse, be just fine with it. This
cripples Elliot.
Mark Fisher described the inner voice of depression as an “internalised expression of actual social forces, some of which have a vested interest indenying any connection between depression and politics.” Elliot’s feelings of self-worth most
definitely have a political dimension to them, which is something television
never shows. He simultaneously thinks he
is too good and not good enough for his peer group and the divide is largely
ideological. In the third episode, he
compares the way he and others are guided by outside forces to daemons,
background programs that run an operating system without direct input from a
user ( a term which also has some obvious religious overtones as well).
“There’s a saying- the devil’s at his strongest while we’re looking the other way. Like a program running in the background, silently- while we’re busing doing other shit. Daemons, they call them. They perform action without human interaction. Monitoring, logging, notifications- primal urges, repressed memories, unconscious habits- they’re always there, always active...We can try to be right. We can try to be good. We can try to make a difference. But it’s all bullshit. Because intentions are irrelevant. They don’t drive us. Daemons do.”
“I think you secretly hate it here”, his longtime friend and
colleague says to him. “No, I love it
here.” Here is the workplace no film or
show would ever show- a place where people fight for jobs they hate because they’re
terrified of what would happen if they didn’t go there every day with a smile
on their face. A place where people lie
to their coworkers in order to confirm something that no one believes. “It’s painful not to pretend”, Elliot intones
in his dry, affectless monotone.
Television is wont to always portray the liars as the bad
guys and the truth-tellers as the good guys, but in actuality we all lie,
regularly, in service of nothing more than the status quo. We lie because lies are reinforced by the
gatekeepers, and the penalty for not lying could be severe, painful even. Even Elliot’s pivotal turn, an act that
spins him from a cybersecurity tech curmudgeon into a would-be revolutionary is
enacted because of a personal, rather than political qualm. Had his friend not been insulted, he would
have gladly handed over the hacktivists of fSociety to his corporate overlords
on a silver platter. Because even though
he hated his job and everything about the corporate world he found himself
trapped in, it would be too painful not to pretend that the wage security was a
best case scenario for a misfit like him.
Mr. Robot breaks from the old lefty lie of the dignity of
labor, the liberation of work, as if full employment would be some heroic end
to the age of austerity. Show creator
Sam Esmail, an Egyptian, said he wrote the pilot as a film after witnessing friends
and relatives experience firsthand the events of the Arab Spring, suggesting
that an equivalent uprising may be coming for the west. Mr. Robot may be the first real
post-recession show, one that acknowledges that things are not shaping up to be
business as usual, nor should they be, that the ground has shifted. That the recent recession is not, as Elliot calls
his fSociety stint in a moment of despair, “a glitch in the otherwise neat
reality…created over the years.”
*Always his. Never her.
**In this scenario, authority is generally depoliticized into
a kind of strict despotism with no actual strategic goals. A stand-in father figure that must be removed
as part of the adolescent fantasy of replacing one’s parents
***The show makes it clear just how many pathways into human
experience exist in explorable online outlets. The candyland of online
information permits him to be a virtual NSA or information-gathering
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