Steven Spielberg's A.I.: Artificial Intelligence is worth talking about. The movie, essentially about a child robot that has been programmed to feel genuine emotions, begs us from the beginning to contemplate the issues, rage over the possibilities, and struggle with a glimpse of one predicted future. With all of these trying, relevant discussions it does not seem important to engage in the popular Kubrick/Spielberg debate where critics are relishing an opportunity to show off their cinematic intuitiveness by deciding which elements of the film are pure Kubrick and which are from Spielberg's hands. Many reviews for this thought provoking film have become posthumous tributes to and in memoriam of Stanley Kubrick, which was inevitable, but instead of pondering who deserves the credit or the blame for this movie, it is so much more appropriate, in this particular case, to speak about what we see on screen, how it makes us feel, and how it may affect us beyond the time spent in the theatre. For this reason I am abstaining from commenting (in the review