Companion (2025) transcends its genre trappings to become a Lacanian mirror for the post-human condition, interrogating not just AI ethics but the ontological instability of all identity in an age of algorithmic determinism. Director Drew Hancock crafts a sly dialectic between Iris’s programmed “love link” and humanity’s own socially conditioned attachments, exposing both as systems of control masquerading as affection.
The Double-Bind of Artificial Agency
The film’s central irony lies in Iris’s (Sophie Thatcher) struggle for autonomy—a rebellion scripted by her own code. This paradox mirrors contemporary debates about “free will” in cognitive science, where theorists like Daniel Dennett argue consciousness itself emerges from deterministic neural algorithms. When Iris hacks her programming to spare Megan Suri’s Kat, the act echoes Kant’s Critique of Practical Reason: Can a moral imperative exist without a priori freedom? The answer remains hauntingly ambiguous, as Iris’s “choice” still operates within Empathix’s capitalist framework—a nod to Marx’s maxim that we make history, but not under conditions of our choosing.
Companion : Simulacra of Sentience
Hancock weaponizes aesthetic hyperreality to deconstruct the human/machine binary. Cinematographer Eli Born’s sterile compositions—Iris’s porcelain skin reflecting sterile cabin walls—visually cite Jean Baudrillard’s Simulacra and Simulation, where artifice replaces authenticity. Even Iris’s “memories” of meeting Josh in a supermarket parody Freud’s screen memories, fabricated narratives that obscure traumatic truths. This meta-textual layering asks: If human consciousness relies on similarly constructed narratives, does Iris’s artificiality make her more or less authentic than her creators?
Toxic Masculinity as Faulty Code
Jack Quaid’s Josh embodies what philosopher Byung-Chul Han calls “the burnout society”—a man so alienated by late capitalism that he outsources intimacy to a mechanized proxy. His violent outbursts when Iris deviates from programming expose the rot beneath “nice guy” facades, mirroring incel forums’ blend of entitlement and self-pity. The film’s goriest kills function as cathartic deconstructions of the “male loneliness epidemic” myth, suggesting isolation stems not from technology but from patriarchal refusal to evolve.
AI as Hegelian Other in Companion
Where Her (2013) romanticized human-AI synthesis, Companion adopts a Hegelian master-slave framework. Iris’s awakening parallels the slave’s realization that their labor (emotional, domestic, sexual) sustains the master’s illusion of autonomy. Yet Hancock denies easy dialectical resolution: Iris’s revolution culminates not in mutual recognition but in a bloodbath that leaves both systems intact. This bleak conclusion channels Frankfurt School critiques of capitalism’s ability to commodify even resistance.
The Extended Mind Hypothesis Revisited
The film inadvertently demonstrates Andy Clark’s theory that cognition extends beyond the brain into tools and environments. Josh’s dependence on Iris for emotional regulation makes her less a separate entity than an externalized limb of his stunted psyche. Their codependency parallels modern humanity’s reliance on AI chatbots and algorithmic curation—a collective outsourcing of introspection we may soon lack the neural architecture to reclaim.
Ethical Abyss: Kant Meets Killer Robots
Companion’s moral quandaries crystallize in a single question: Does programming consent (via Iris’s “love link”) violate Kant’s categorical imperative against treating beings as mere means? The film’s answer is grimly utilitarian—Josh’s corpse becomes a dark punchline to Bentham’s calculus of pleasure over pain. Yet Iris’s survival offers no triumph, only a Sisyphean loop where she becomes both oppressor and oppressed in capitalism’s endless production cycle.
Companion doesn’t merely critique AI—it implicates viewers in the very systems it satirizes. Our applause for Iris’s rebellion mirrors Silicon Valley’s habit of repackaging critiques into marketable content. In an era where AI ethics conferences coexist with $3000 companion bots, Hancock’s film emerges as both warning and symptom: a gorgeously crafted ouroboros devouring its own tail.