I don't normally like thrillers of the pre-apocolyptic dystopian variety.
The Dude and I hadn't seen a movie in the theater for a looong time, and we agreed that we both wanted to see Children of Men.
So, we tucked in with our popcorn (me) and milk duds (The Dude) and watched a movie that ended up punching us both in the gut.
The premise is that in London in 2027, the world is a mess and that London seems to be the least messy. And, in the midst of all that mess, women aren't having babies anymore. Theo, our hero, seems comfortably numb until he is shocked back to reality by his ex-wife. His ex-wife just happens to be the leader of The Fishes, a terrorist organization in London. And she needs a favor. A BIG favor. And Theo isn't sure that he can come through.
But, as we all know, Julianne Moore has a nice rack. So Theo, our hero, manages to find a way to get his ex the goods.
And, hilarity ensues, as I am fond of saying.
Except that it isn't funny.
What *does* happen is that an unbelievable set of events unfolds before our eyes.
Children of Men is heart-wrenching and hopeful at the same time.
And their stunt crew earns is money.
Go see it.
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