Maybe if you’re 20 years old and high in your dorm room with your friends, the platitudes presented in “Cloud Atlas” might seem profound.
Anyone else in his or her right mind should recognize it for what it is: a bloated, pseudo-intellectual, self-indulgent slog through some notions that are really rather facile.
Ooh, we’re all interconnected and our souls keep meeting up with each other over the centuries, regardless of race, gender or geography. We’re individual drops of water but we’re all part of the same ocean. That is deep, man.
Perhaps it all worked better on the page. “Cloud Atlas” comes from the best-selling novel of the same name by David Mitchell, which encompasses six stories over 500 years.
Sibling directors Lana and Andy Wachowski – who actually have come up with some original, provocative ideas of their own in the “Matrix” movies – teamed up with “Run Lola Run” director Tom Tykwer. They chopped up the various narratives and intercut between them out of order. The A-list actors who comprise the cast play multiple parts across the various stories and in elaborate makeup that’s often laughable.
Tom Hanks is a scheming doctor on a voyage across the South Pacific in 1849, a trash-talking novelist in present-day London and a peaceful goatherd who’s part of a post-apocalyptic tribe in the 2300s. Halle Berry is a composer’s white trophy wife in 1936 Scotland, an investigative reporter in 1973 San Francisco and a member of an elite society of prescients in the farthest future. Hugh Grant is often the least recognizable of all beneath layers of prosthetics and goop: At one point, he’s a vengeful old man; at another, he’s the raging leader of a band of cannibals.
Maybe the concept of transformation felt especially resonant for Lana Wachowski, a transgender woman. But rather than serving as a satisfying, cohesive device, the multiple-parts strategy feels like a distracting gimmick. It keeps you constantly wondering: “Who is that actor made up to look Asian? Who is that beneath the henna tattoos and macrame?” It takes you out of the heart of the stories and holds you at arm’s length.
“Cloud Atlas” is edited fluidly and often wondrous to look at, but totally ineffective from an emotional perspective. As you’re watching it you may ponder as I did whether any of these six stories across disparate genres would be more compelling as a stand-alone film. Possibly the one set pre-World War II, starring Ben Whishaw as an up-and-coming composer who flees London when he’s exposed as gay.
The most ridiculous segment takes place “After the Fall” in Hawaii in the mid-2300s. It requires Hanks and Berry to yammer at each other in a disjointed, stripped-down version of English that’s as indecipherable as it is laughable.
On the other end of the spectrum, the most engaging tale is set in the gleaming, futuristic city of Neo Seoul, a place of detailed, totalitarian precision built atop the remnants of a flood. Sonmi-451 (Doona Bae) is one of countless fabricated restaurant workers locked in a daily routine of servitude. But she longs to think for herself and dares to escape with the help of a young revolutionary played by Jim Sturgess. Sure, it’s hugely derivative with its garish, dystopian aesthetic and themes of machines turning on the people who invented them, but it’s also the only one that comes close to capturing any real sense of humanity.
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