Our expectations of the near future often include self-driving cars, hyperloops, VR porn, and space stations exclusively populated with Chris Pratt and Jennifer Lawrence. But, maybe we should imagine a future where—instead of advanced transportation, high tech porn, and problematic space pioneering scenarios—everyone gets a Jon Hamm hologram.
In Marjorie Prime, which debuted at Sundance to phenomenal reviews, an 86-year-old widow is the lucky owner of a Jon Hamm hologram—a digital re-creation of her late husband. This computerised husband does many things that real men often find difficult: The HoloHamm, we'll call him, remembers everything, listens intently, learns, and remains young in his hunkish prime for eternity. Her family, however, is uncomfortable with having Jon Hamm wandering around the house at all times obeying all human commands.
Sure, there are likely some existential and moral questions that arise when your late husband is resurrected by a computer program, but when you were married to Jon Hamm, who are we to judge?
One might say future generations will have more pressing issues at hand—like the destruction our planet—than sexy, mildly uncomfortable holograms. But I'd rather believe in the future that Marjorie Prime offers.