Director: Alfonso Cuarón
In a word, dark. Cuarón's film, Children of men, adapted from a P.D. James novel, does not paint an optimistic future. The film is set in 2027, when the globe has fallen into complete chaos with Britain being the last frontier of civilization. Not to say Britain is civilized, with all immigrants forced into camps and mistreated even more then suspected terrorists are now. An added twist: mass infertility has stopped all births for twenty years.
The ‘future world gone to hell’ premise certainly isn’t charting new territory as we’ve seen in countless movies from Mad Max to Water world. What sets this film apart is the gut wrenching plausibility of it all. This sinking feeling of it being all to possible adds tremendous emotional weight to the entire story.
That story being Clive Owen portraying an activist/terrorist turned government bureaucrat content to drink his way to hell with the rest of the world. Then his ex-wife (Julianne Moore), shows up asking him to deliver an immigrant (Claire-Hope Ashitey), to the shore where she is to be picked up by an organization no one is even sure exists called The Human Project.
Thru it all the story is remarkably tight and fast paced
with the action taking us from terrorist’s to refugee camps to the
briefly safe haven of the brilliant Michael Cane. Hollywood fluff this
is not, but if you’re looking for a film to make you take a deep
breath and go ‘whoa’ look no further.