Alfonso Cuarón’s Children of Men is a pretty joyless affair. Set in a dystopian future, which is the not too distant 2027, it depicts a world in which no children have been born since 2009. Given that as a species we still appear to be procreating in 2020, it’s up there with Back to the Future II as a predictor of the future. Which isn’t to say that 2027 is necessarily anything to look forward to, but even by the pretty grim standards set by 2020, it seems hard to imagine that the real 2027 will be anything like as bleak as the one depicted in Children of Men.
Unpropitious as the tone of the movie is, it is still a pretty compelling movie. Clive Owen (probably the best James Bond that never was) is in his element as the ‘everyman’ turned reluctant hero, Theo. He is ably supported by a pretty decent cast, including Julianne Moore and Michael Caine. It’s the relatively unknown Clare-Hope Ashitey who steals the show though, as the first pregnant woman in eighteen years.
Score for Christmasishness
Not a Christmas movie in any respect really. It was released in the USA on Christmas Day and thematically it is about humanity’s redemption, but there is nothing explicitly Christmassy in the narrative. Except that it is, for some reason, set in December. Which is when Christmas tends to happen in my experience. I suppose a world without children might make everyone feel a little less festive, and I doubt living in a police state helps with the overall cheer, but it honestly doesn’t look as if they’re even trying.