The Wild Robot (2024) is a sweetly sentimental, but unsurprising story concerning a service robot lost in a crash of a spaceship on a planet. Upon returning to consciousness, if robots can be said to have same, it, now named Roz, attempts to find humans to assist; failing that, local wildlife are the next target. Using its advanced learning abilities to begin communications with the wildlife, it soon determines this is inappropriate, and attempts to signal for retrieval.
Lightning strikes and Roz is left caring for an orphaned runt water fowl, Brightbill. The story becomes a typical runt-to-leader tale combined with cooperation is better than predation. I particularly like the mama opossum who is, atypical for stories like this, fairly accepting at the thought of losing some of the offspring she’s raising. But if predation is bad, what will happen to the predators?
Soon enough, the story comes to a head as Roz helps the wildlife survive a brutal, dangerous winter, only to face a retrieval squad of its own in the end, and all that this entails.
For all that we have robots, there’s not a lot of new thoughts here. When something impossible is required, it happens with a wave of the metaphorical hand, with little cleverness. An inversion of the deus ex machina trope, one could say, but not uplifting.
Endearing, yes. Thought provoking, no.




