Produced by Marc Abraham, Eric Newman, Hilary Shor, Iain
Smith, and Tony Smith; written by Alfonso Cuarón, Timothy J. Sexton, David
Arata, Mark Fergus, and Hawk Ostby; directed by Alfonso Cuarón; based on the
P.D. James novel Children
of Men; cinematography by Emmanuel Lubezki; edited by Alfonso Cuarón and
Alex Rodriguez; production design by Jim Clay and Geoffrey Kirkland; costume
design by Jany Tenine; original music by John Tavener; starring Clive Owen,
Julianne Moore, Claire-Hope Ashitey, and Michael Caine. Color, 109 mins. A
Universal Pictures release.
It is above all the look of "Children of
Men" that stirs apprehension in the heart. Is this what we are all headed
for? The film is set in 2027, when assorted natural disasters, wars and
terrorist acts have rendered most of the world ungovernable, uninhabitable or
anarchic. Britain stands as an island of relative order, held in line by a
fearsome police state. It has been 18 years since Earth has seen the birth of a
human child.
There is much to be said about the story of
"Children of Men," directed by Alfonso
Cuaron and based on a lesser-known novel by P.D. James. Guerrilla fighters
occupy abandoned warehouses. The homeless live in hovels. Immigrants are
rounded up and penned in cages. The utilities cannot be depended upon. There
are, most disturbing of all, no children. Only dogs and cats remain to be cared
for and cherished.
As the film opens, the TV news reports that the
world's youngest person has been stabbed to death in Buenos Aires, because he
declined to give an autograph. Theo Faron (Clive
Owen), the film's hero, watches the news in a cafe and then leaves with his
paper cup in his hand. Seconds later, a bomb destroys the cafe. This is
essential: Faron is terrified. He crouches and fear freezes his face. This will
not be like action pictures where the hero never seems to fear death.
Britain, as the last functioning nation, has
closed its borders, and is engaged in a war between the establishment and a
band of rebels who support immigrant rights. Faron is kidnapped by this group,
headed by Julian Taylor (Julianne
Moore), who was once his lover; they lost a child.
Her associate, Luke (Chiwetel
Ejiofor, in another unexpected character), backs her up with muscle and
wisdom. Interestingly, there seems to be no racial prejudice in this Britain;
they don't care what color you are, as long as you were on board before they
pulled up the rope. Julian's group wants Faron's influence to get travel papers
for Kee (Clare-Hope Ashitey), so the young woman can be smuggled out of the
country and to refuge in a rumored safe haven. Kee is a key to the future; the
movie's advertising tells you why, but I will not.
The center of the film involves the journey
toward the coast, which Faron and Kee undertake with Julian, Luke and Miriam (Pam
Ferris), who is both watchdog and nurse. Along the way, they are pursued by
Homeland Security troops, and there is a chase scene with one of the most
sudden and violent moments I have ever seen in a film. Not all of the chases in
all of the Bournes equal this one, shot in a single take by one camera, for
impact.
Here again, the action scenes seem rooted in
sweat and desperation. Small details: Even in the midst of a firefight, dogs
scamper in the streets. Faron's hand reaches out to touch and reassure the
nearest animal, and I was reminded of Jack London's belief that dogs (not cats
so much) see us as their gods. Apparently sterility affects only humans on
Earth; when we are gone, will the dogs still tirelessly search for us?
I wanted to use Hitchcock's term "MacGuffin”....The lack of children and the possibility of children are the MacGuffins in
"Children of Men," inspiring all the action, but the movie significantly
never tells us why children stopped being born, or how they might become
possible again. The children-as-MacGuffin is simply a dramatic device to avoid
actual politics while showing how the world is slipping away from civility and
co-existence. The film is not really about children; it is about men and women,
and civilization, and the way that fear can be used to justify a police state.
I admire that plot decision. I would have felt
let down if the movie had a more decisive outcome; it is about the struggle,
not the victor, and the climax in my opinion is open-ended. The performances
are crucial, because all of these characters have so completely internalized
their world that they make it palpable, and themselves utterly convincing.
Cuaron fulfills the promise of futuristic
fiction; characters do not wear strange costumes or visit the moon, and the
cities are not plastic hallucinations, but look just like today, except tired
and shabby. Here is certainly a world ending not with a bang but a whimper, and
the film serves as a cautionary warning. The only thing we will have to fear in
the future, we learn, is the past itself.
PS: This film is also very self-aware; i.e. it knows its roots. For example,
a brilliant scene featuring the brilliant and underrated Danny Huston
as a "Noah of the arts", living alone with his deranged 20something son
in a revamped Tate Modern, manages to throw in a Pink Floyd cover. And there are the obvious allusions to 1984 or Brave New World, what with the government-approved suicide rations and overbearing bureaucracy.
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