Justine Elias, in the Village Voice's 2001 Films in Review:
This is the image in A.I. that to me sums up the team of Spielberg and Kubrick: The fugitive mechas escape to Smut Island or whatever it's called, which looks like the Food Court at a 1970s shopping mall, and Gigolo Joe, the Kubrick figure, is happily pointing out the sights—"Here's where I ply my sleazily robotic trade!"—which would be totally perverted if the sex talk weren't sailing right over the head of little RoboBoy, Steven, who's going, "My mommy told me to look for the Blue Fairy! I love my mommy!"
I finally saw AI last night. Granted, I was prepared not to like it, but I didn't think it was so bad. Those 2,000 years in the future Giacometti mechas were very cool. "...And we found that every point in the fabric of space time stores information...." I wish the whole thing had been about them.