Review: Children of Men
Set in dour England circa
2027, wherein things have taken a decidedly apocalyptic, futile turn (and
Britain is the last standing superpower, it seems). You see, the human race has
become sterile, with women being unable to bear children in 2009 (?!). Soon,
the human race will die out. Anyhoo, Somewhat passive former activist Clive Owen
meets up with activist and former flame Julianne Moore (who belongs to a group
of rebels including the ubiquitous Chiwetel Ejiofor) who brings him to Claire-Hope
Ashitey, who is (gasp!) pregnant! Soon Owen, assigned as the woman’s protector,
finds himself in the middle of a war between government soldiers and rebels,
each wanting to get their hands on the young woman. Sir Michael Caine and Pam Ferris
are his only help, an aging, pot-smoking hippie and a midwife, respectively. Danny
Huston plays Owen’s cousin, in an inexplicable and extraneous role that was
presumably mostly left in the scrap heap.
Surprisingly dull 2006
Alfonso Cuaron (“Harry Potter and the
Prisoner of Azkaban”, the excellent “Gravity”)
treatment of fairly interesting (if not as original as its champions make it
out to be- “Aeon Flux” dealt with
slightly similar material, adding cloning to the mix) material, boasting fine
performances (particularly a scene-stealing Caine, but also Owen, despite his
character being a bit detached and passive- intentionally perhaps) that cannot
ultimately save it. After an interesting set-up in which a major character is
unexpectedly killed off, the film is pretty much just a big chase, not a very
interesting one at that. Clichéd or underdeveloped characters (notably a hokey Peter
Mullan, Ejiofor and his people, and a wasted Huston who basically gets one
scene) don’t help, either.
Lots of people loved this, I
was expecting a more intellectually stimulating experience, instead of the
low-key actioner I mostly got. The film also proves my point that moving sci-fi
away from the ray guns and funny-looking Martians for a more realistic view, whilst
a noble idea, just isn’t much fun, in a lot of cases. Scripted by Timothy J.
Sexton (an associate of the director), David Arata, Hawk Osby, Mark Fergus, and
the director (Apparently there were many revisions. Too many cooks perhaps?).
It’s based (but apparently not dedicatedly so) on a novel by detective fiction
writer P.D. James, of all people. Ho-hum.
Rating: C
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