Children of Men

Children of Men

We went.

First of all...this thing is smart. Directed by Alfonso Cuaron and based on the novel by P.D. James—you have this sci-fi chase movie, expertly realized.

Julianne Moore takes on a tiny role as a revolutionary. Michael Cain is brilliant as this old hippie guy in the woods hiding out as civilization is ending.

You see, what has happened is embryos are no longer viable. So extinction of the species has arrived. And the human race is living out its last days knowing the gig is up.
And how do they choose to spend this time? Well, Great Britain does it by setting up a xenophobic fascist state. There’s an uprising. There’s Clive Owen, all hero-like. But truly, the best thing is the filmmaking itself.

Gorgeous shooting of incredible art direction with a scoring that is unique, disturbing and hits it so right.

I love it when a movie knows exactly how to handle vision AND sound.

This is a huge experience into a nasty world. It’s very fucking grim. So don’t go see it if you aren’t in the mood for something like this. But do go see it if you can handle it.

Dead cows burning in fields.

Human Beings at their worst.

Sad, sad, end-of-days racism.

But ultimately, poetic. Oh, and there’s something very positive about it. But it cannot be named without destroying an early-on surprise.

People. Blech. But movies can be very good. Great film maker. If you want something easier on the system, you could rent his brilliant Y Tu Mama Tambien with hot little Gael Garcia Bernal.