SA
Bluelight Crew
I hate to be the party pooper. When the debate was on about who was to be the next Bond, I was praying to all deities that the block of wood otherwise known as Clive Owen was not chosen. There are some films which are perfectly suited for Owen. Children Of Men is one of those films. Perhaps a more emotional score would have given it more life. I am usually easily stirred. Sitting through Children Of Men, I didn't feel even a flutter of emotion. Owen was his usual wooden self; the film a body of dead water. The two, perfectly suited for each other.
Two stars.
Having thought this through ten seconds longer, I just realised something. I've been americanized (eek!
) ! When 28 Days and 28 Days Later came out, I think I was the only one I know who thought it was a total waste of time. I guess I've come to expect any big-screen film in English to be full of perfect special effects and exceptional musical scores. Anything less and my mind dismisses it as low budget rot. Unless it's French, or Brazilian. Then my mind expects vintage quality colours, hues and streaks across the screen and a minimal soundtrack.
In light of this realisation, I am bumping my rating to three stars... and a half.
I'll try watching this again in the spring. Maybe it's the lack of daytime light... or something.
Having thought this through ten seconds longer, I just realised something. I've been americanized (eek!

In light of this realisation, I am bumping my rating to three stars... and a half.

I'll try watching this again in the spring. Maybe it's the lack of daytime light... or something.