Children of Men

In Children of Men I didn’t find a single groundbreaking, new, or significant thing that should be recorded for eternity in the history of cinema. Alfonso Cuarón is a fine director and presents us with a truly distinctive view of the future in a fast-paced film, full of clever moments and details. The story is presented in a very peculiar and unusual form, far from the grandiose meddling with futuristic gimmicks like Minority Report, but there’s nothing to lean on in terms of plot. The film's idea is clear and powerful, but the script does not allow it to fully develop. Emotionally, the film is relatively cold and, above all, extremely simple in terms of plot. Essentially, everything is clear from the beginning. There are occasional interesting ideas, but they don't change anything in essence. The car chase and the final battle for the city are thrilling, but we have seen similar things in Saving Private Ryan or Black Hawk Down. The fact they occur in a wannabe existential sci-fi does not make it a revolutionary matter. (15/05/2007)

This film’s technical brilliance and orgiastic creativity in its visuals will cause film connoisseurs’ jaws to drop and the plot with a powerful theme and even more powerful scenes will melt the hearts of children and adults of all ages. Even though Alfonso Cuarón and cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki show off a bit in the manner of “Look what we can do!” in places, their film will leave absolutely no one cold. In a packed cinema, Children of Men is an excellent collective experience, with people clutching their heads, laughing and groaning as if they themselves had been hit in the mouth with a car battery. I believe that just as Steven Spielberg, George Lucas, Francis Coppola and co. got a dying Hollywood back on its feet in the 1970s, Cuarón, Alejandro Iñárritu, Paul Greengrass and co. will now take it to another level in this age of calculated digital confections. *** FILM OF THE YEAR *** (14/11/2006)

The brilliant parable of the demise of humanity culminates in the technical means of storytelling. The music is a very interesting mix of apocalyptic chorus, unpleasant noises and hits, which can be heard directly in the fictional world (from the radio and the futuristic hi-fi system). I have to admit that after watching Children of Men... I will never forget Ruby Tuesday. A similarly effective resource is the editing, which in some places is completely absent and allows the film to flow in incredibly long and raw units. This highlights the expressive work of Emmanuel Lubezki's handheld camera (he also shot Burton's Sleepy Hollow). With its shaky eye, the camera adds a touch of authenticity to both dialogue scenes and action sequences, which are unhealthily imminent and impressive. The actor group led by the excellent Clive Owen deserves great recognition... there is no doubt that his rough masculine face is endowed with gentle inner acting and natural fragility, favoring civilian positions. Michael Caine in the role of Jasper once again demonstrates what the strengthening charisma of old age is... Claire Hope-Ashitey's unknown face shines and can easily match a star like Julianne Moore. The main star, however, is Alfonso Cuarón, who, after his difficult involvement in the Harry Potter films, finally submits work that ranks him amongst the top magnitude of director stars. The way he works with large sets of shots, with human faces, the way in which the film intensity escalates, the way he evokes the atmosphere of the future world with minimal resources and the way he reflects the decaying state of our world in the future world with minimal resources is admirable and worth acknowledging. Children of Men is not a matter of vain moralizing, nor a disaster film based on a scheme and all-telling symbols. It is essentially an intimate film, one that is harshly authentic and honest. On a small sample of humanity, he presents a horrible vision of the end of humanity, which is symbolically raised in its resolution... there is no doubt that this "science fiction" is nothing but the freezing hyperbole of today. For me, the current spectator experience of the year. (12/11/2006)

This is no milestone in the history of cinema, for that Cuarón would have to be as good a screenwriter as he is a director, but it’s definitely a film that can only be recommended. At least 2 scenes – the carjacking and the wartime turmoil in the refugee zone – are worthy of inclusion in the proverbial "hall of fame" of memorable scenes; the only thing I missed while watching them was an involuntary "Holy shit!". Another thing worth praise is the interestingly portrayed atmosphere of the near future: bleak and troubled, free from exaggerated technological trappings, but with an emphasis on one of the expected future problems of Western civilization, which is already beginning to rear its ugly head (see this year's events in France), namely the problem of illegal immigrants and the related rise of xenophobia. Clive Owen is a very charismatic guy and a good actor, I'm rooting for his current status as a major leading man, just a shame that in his case it didn't come sooner. (29/12/2006)

Absolute victory of form over content and story. Even though, in its almost metaphorical conception of human incapacity to reproduce, it can drive a few bugs into the viewer's mind. It's a pity that it doesn't develop the central idea too much, it doesn't provide a cohesive resolution and rather serves as a screen for the camera and editing. But oh, for what purpose! The expression "raw" has never applied to any other film as much as it does to The Descendants. The attack on the car and especially Thea's journey through the battle tumult resonate in me longer than after the closing credits start rolling, and I am afraid that some unnecessary and mainly pre-condemned plagiarists will try to shoot a scene that will be better or longer and fatally fail. Definitely not the film of the year, but perfect for contemplation and amazement from a visual standpoint. (23/12/2006)