New semester starts tomorrow, and while I should be sleeping, fuck it, time to update.

Today I went and saw Children of Men, which was not disappointing. Clive Owen plays the lead, with support from Michael Caine and Julianne Moore. The year is 2027, and the inciting incident is when the world's youngest person dies at the age of eighteen. Women have been infertile, until a 'fuji' (fujitive) named Kee somehow miraculously becomes pregnant.

[It's going to be hard to avoid spoilers, but I think this is clean.]

The story is fast-paced as Clive Owen tries to keep secrecy and stealth, attempting to make it to the 'Human Project' (what this is is left ambiguous) safely. The story as a thriller is intense, but what really makes this movie so grand is the brief moments we are pulled from all the violence and can feel the appreciation of the miracle that the story presents.

That leads this review to pointing out the movie's greatest achievement, which is in its visuals, art direction, and cinematography. The setting is painted perfectly, and from the first minute of the film there's no shred of remains from any of the audience's present day - everything is in chaos, overrun, miserable, gloomy, and no one has any hope as they await the inevitable extinction of the human race.

The story chooses to sidestep the actual 'cause' of infertility, and ends without a tidy conclusion, but Alfonso Cuarón (director/writer, 'Y tu mamá también') trusts his viewers to understand the overall purpose.

'Children of Men' serves as a great break from all the crap that's come out recently, and at just over 100 minutes, is definitely worth the time.

Rating: 9/10