The A.I. Doc: Or How I Became an Apocaloptimist had been three years in the making, and watching it, you can feel the weight of all that technological advancement bearing down on its director, Daniel Roher. Over the course of the film, Roher grows increasingly anxious, unsettled by interviews with dozens of big names in the field, including Yoshua Bengio, Connor Leahy, and Sam Altman. And for good reason: In addition to trying to make sense of A.I., Roher is about to become a father, and he’s terrified about the world that his unborn son will inherit. In this regard, amid the seemingly endless fundraises and unceasing proliferation of data centers, he stands in for the vast cohort of techno-skeptics and would-be apocalyptics who look at ChatGPT, listen to Altman’s dark musings, and quietly wonder about the end of the world. The anxiety of the film also reflects the anxiety of Hollywood—an industry that finds itself squarely in the crosshairs of disruption.