genre splicing polyphonic mortal coil unraveller,
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This review is from: Cloud Atlas [DVD + UV Copy]  (DVD)
Here are a few choice words & ideas I picked up from viewing the Cloud Atlas film, i noted as I viewed:
Transcend convention. Transcend genre. Clues. Mystery. Seventies cult films. Nurse Noakes hints of League of Gentlemen. Plot points are crescendos. Bach. Beethoven. Tone poems, leitmotifs strongly felt as editing increases in specificity. Individuals rippling throughout eternity. Death as a door, sourced from a quote. Shunned. Pariahs. Ocean drops, oceanic sensation. The worlds a stage, Shakespeare; Elvis song where he laughs because someone changes the words..are you lonesome tonight.
Mathematical/logistical nightmare [of getting the actors in a sextet of characters and eras]; rubiks cube, tom hanks quote as the shape of the filming. All of this to precisely map, to ensure a feint or double bluff toward randomness, that is in fact coherent. Chaos theory. Heisenberg. Planck.
Notable one flaw i personally felt, which was clarified for me in my use of the subtitles on the dvd. Now im not deaf, nor hearing deficient to the extent where i cannot concentrate. But from the get-go the first minute, we are bombarded with characters, often in thick makeup/disguise, that in low tones mutter things incoherently. In dialects and verbiage that do not travel well when an audiences cognitive abilities are tasked by being thrown from one face to another with rapidity throughout millenia. In short, the use of subtitles assisted in grasping the quick, low muttering that occurs. One subtitle even stated '[mumbling incoherently]'.
However, this is the state of film to come. Multiplicity of events and an arc of stories that requires a proficient editor and source material to sell the product. The basis is a labyrinthine book, and occasionally the literary verisimilitude is strained to breaking point when filmed at speed. But i do declare that [takes on Amazing Criswell voice] In the future we will expect films to be polyphonic, Dostoyevsky & Bach nay even Mozart will be sources of our flickering kinematograph!...We will read our films like Tolstoy via Dorothy Parker! Aye, even unto Buddha will our Zen of the great Wachowski be writ upon screens that do not even exist!..
Exhilarating, with a slow build up of post modern awareness that teeters on the very brink of pretentiousness [oo how does that feel] yet allows key actors to strut their stuff in a compendium of diverse repertory, yet transcending this mysterious cinema with a repertoire of the human condition.
If you expected more Matrix, it ain't. If you liked The Fountain, it's similar. If you felt bored after half an hour, then the films stratagem of multitudinous mankind [personkind] will someday be rendered as a tv series no doubt. For 165 minutes here however, you get a lot of emotional bang for your bucks. Oh, and look out for that shooting star popcorn munchers, its an important leitmotif....