THE MATH OF THE SERIES DOESN’T ADD UP
Apple TV+ show ‘Foundation’ is based on the seminal Isaac Asimov novel
SIn this ambitious, overstuffed epic, intriguing ideas often get lost in space.
cience-fiction author Arthur Clarke once decreed that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. At the core of Foundation, the Apple TV+ series based on the novels of Isaac Asimov, is a similar idea: that any sufficiently advanced math is indistinguishable from prophecy.
But in this ambitious, overstuffed epic, that intriguing idea often gets lost in space. Like Trantor, the imperial capital in Foundation whose surface is buried beneath humanmade layers, the story’s core ends up enveloped in levels upon levels of machinery.
The instigating figure remains the same as in the saga that Asimov began spinning in the 1940s: Hari Seldon (Jared Harris), a “psychohistorian” who purports to be able to predict the future by numbercrunching the data on mass populations.
When his calculations determine that the ruling empire will collapse, the bearer of bad news and his followers are exiled to a planet in the dusty, cheap seats of the galaxy, where they work on a grand plan to shape humanity’s fate.
At a time when “follow the science” has become a political statement, Foundation can play like a none-too-subtle commentary. Hari’s protege, Gaal Dornick (Lou Llobell), comes from a world whose leaders condemn scientists as heretics and refuse to acknowledge the rising of the oceans. And Harris plays the visionary with a doomed-prophet rectitude that recalls his turn as a Soviet scientist in Chernobyl.
This echoes the Asimov books’ atom-age belief in the power of reason over superstition. But the Foundation showrunner David Goyer is also willing to depart from the source material. Asimov’s galaxy was largely a boys club, for instance, so Foundation recasts key roles with women, including Gaal — as close to a central figure as the series has, although she is sidelined in the middle of the season — and Salvor Hardin (Leah Harvey), a leader of the Foundation’s remote colony.
Elsewhere, the series adds or shuffles story elements to create the kind of baroque intrigues viewers are used to from the likes of Game of Thrones. The role of the emperor is expanded — to be precise, it is tripled. In the empire’s “genetic dynasty,” Emperor Cleon (conveniently an anagram for “clone”) has been replicated for centuries in three persons: young Brother Dawn, middle-aged Brother Day and elderly Brother Dusk.
Every generation, the eldest member of this living Sphinx riddle is ceremonially (and lethally) retired, a fresh baby emperor is uncorked from the cloning vat, Dawn is promoted to Day and Day to Dusk.
Lee Pace, sheathed in electric-blue gladiator armour, plays a succession of Brother Days. His matinee-villain hauteur risks ridiculousness but he energises an often-stilted production.
In a way, the genetic dynasty and the Foundation are two solutions to the same dilemma: How do you achieve ambitions that take longer to realise than a human lifespan? For Cleon, the answer is to live serially. For Hari, it is to craft a plan that will outlive him, in part by creating a quasimessianic myth around himself.
But this is also the challenge of Foundation itself. Its premise and Asimov’s blueprint suggest a story that needs to unfold over centuries, shuffling cast members in and out, focusing more on larger systems of society than on individuals. Serial TV, on the other hand, relies on audiences connecting to specific characters over the long haul.
The images are certainly arresting. There are spacecraft with interiors like art installations; alien worlds with beringed and bemooned skyscapes; and some sort of mysterious giant lozenge that floats near the Foundation camp like a portentous pinata.
But there are things you can’t digitise: a surprise, a genuine laugh, the breath of creative life. Beneath the gunplay and computer-generated imagery, there’s a much weirder show struggling to get out, about statistics and space popes, decadent clone emperors and millennia-old robots. OK, there is only one robot, but Foundation makes her count. As the undying aide to a long line of emperors, Demerzel (the name will ring a bell for hard-core Asimov fans), Finnish actress Laura Birn gives an eccentric performance that is both disconcertingly mechanical and the most vulnerably human of the series.