Children of Men.  Again.

If you haven’t already, you really should be in a theater right now fixated on Children of Men instead of sitting there reading this. The first time is for the riveting experience. The second is to study the technical masterpiece that it is. How is that whole end sequence even accomplished?!?!? How!? Wow. I was even more blown away the second time. I really didn’t see this one coming. Supes, Borat & Men owned me in ’06.

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9 Responses to “Children of Men.  Again.”

  1. Claire Redfield says:

    Once in a while, a movie comes along that presents a future that resonates so clearly in the here and now that it shakes you out of your ennui and wakes you the fact that the world needs to change if mankind is to survive and flourish. Filmmakers tend to create cinematic futures full of darkness and despair to frighten the viewer into thinking this could be our world if things continue on this course. 

    The feel good movie of the year, however, Children of Men, bucks this trend of presenting civilization run amuck and presents a vision of the future so unique and promising it left this moviegoer brimming with hope for a better tomorrow.

    I know this movie is supposed to warn us of the slippery slope of our current political policies, but let me get this future world straight, I’m supposed to think its a bad thing to envision a world of barren women, where pets have attained beloved child status even more than teeny trophy dogs are coddled today, and all undesirable refuges are locked out of an all-controlling Britain? 

    Well, pets have never ruined my Friday night $10.75 movie with incessant chatter or crying.  Ethnic babies sure have though.  More than once.  And sex without the worry of getting pregnant?  Bring it.  Especially if it involves Clive Owen in me raw calling me the C-word like I was his bitch in Closer.  Plus, I like the thought of Britain ruling the world.  They’re given us great comedians and beer that you can drink like you mean it.  They said F-you to the still-gay Euro and speak really nicely, even the broke ghetto ones have a certain charm.  Who needs surly immigrants harshing that?  (I’m not a racist, that’s what’s so insane about this…) I haven’t been this excited about The Future since MC Hammer’s “Here Comes the Hammer” video, what with those dope 22nd Century club scenes and all.

    Dystopian future my lily white promiscuous intolerant ass, Children of Men offers us not only hope of less of the Other, but less of everyone eventually….and if you can’t feel good about that, why don’t you go see Babel and try to convince yourself how deep and thought provoking it is, meanwhile you’re only interested in it because your buddy told you a hot deaf Asian chick has sex in it.  Then, when you’re ready to be honest with yourself, go see..


    Claire Redfield

  2. Roger says:

    ^ Sociopath.

  3. Cybergosh says:

    Wait…Claire?  Or me?  While i enjoy her rant, i happen to LOVE this movie!  I love it!!!!  I need to go again asap to figure out those shots…

  4. Roger says:

    To clarify: Claire Redfield = sociopath.

    You’re just a garden variety nut, Cyb, and don’t you ever change, sweet cheeks.

  5. Cybergosh says:

    Well YOU are still a Dagobah swamp creature hehehe.

  6. Roger says:

    The hell? I posted that Claire Redfield = sociopath, not you. And I said you were just a garden variety nut, Cybergosh. And that you shouldn’t change. And then I called you “sweet cheeks.”

    Someone doesn’t want the truth to get out.

  7. Cybergosh says:

    I was just funnin.  Just cause you spit the Artoo USB device out.

  8. Cybergosh says:

    Also, on another note…Claire has a very good point.  I really SHOULD have seen Babel.  For that Asian.  I had no idea she was deaf in it!

  9. Roger says:

    Cybergosh, once again, we actually agree on a movie. Through the whole movie I was alternately taken in by the substance of the story and the technical aspects. The end result was me stumbling out of the theater, emotionally drained, but with a faint glimmer of hope. And I think that was the intent.

    I’m trying to track down the P.D. James novel if anyone has access to a copy.