I looked several pages into the history of the board before I made this post, but I don’t have search privileges so please accept my apologies if this topic has already been discussed.
I fancy myself a connoisseur of post-apocalyptic visions in both cinema and literature. A Boy and his Dog? Seen it. Mad Max? Seen it a thousand times over. A Canticle for Leibowitz? Read it until the pages started falling like leaves from the warped and broken binding. It was safe to say my expectations were anchored somewhere in the upper stratosphere, but…
… holy shit did this movie shatter any expectations I may have had.
Allow me to summarize for those of you who haven’t seen the trailer:
Theo Faron (Clive Owen), a former political terrorist turned jaded government bureaucrat, lives in a world where eighteen years ago women stopped being able to conceive. Since then, all of civilization has started to decay and a critical point is reached when Britain becomes the sole-surviving nation on the planet. It isn’t long before panic and fear dissolve the last vestiges of democracy, giving birth to a polluted totalitarian government that barricades itself from the rest of the world and struggles to adapt in a world that has no future.
Theo’s ex-wife Julian (Julliane Moore), leading a pack of political terrorists who call themselves The Fishes, steal Theo from the streets and whisk him off to their headquarters. They present to him a problem: they have someone who needs a government-issued pass so they can access Britain’s shore (and rendezvous with a mysterious organization known as The Human Project). After some reluctance, Theo agrees to procure the needed papers from his connections. When he returns to the group’s headquarters, the gravity of the situation is revealed to him: the person to whom he is to escort to the shore is pregnant.
Alfonso Cuarón has done an incredible job with this film, both in directing and writing the screenplay. The cinematography was so sharp, so evocative that I had to pick my jaw up off the floor at the end of the film. Some of the more violent sequences ran as long as ten minutes. No pauses. No changes of angle. Just one continuous shot of the protagonist as he runs through the smoking ruins of Britain’s outlying territories, dodging the pop-pop-pop of rapid gun-fire and and the eardrum-shattering explosions of grenades and missiles.
Which is to say nothing of the superb job Cuarón has done in capturing the very essence what it means to be human with his often-subtle, often-brutal take of hope and despair.
Am I the only one that could have possibly derived such pleasure from watching this movie?