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Aug. 13th, 2007
You want to know how I did it, Anton? This is how I did it. I never saved anything for the swim back.
About a year ago I found out about this movie Gattaca, ostensibly a murder mystery set in a society where most people are genetically predetermined before birth to be genetically perfect. I'm not quite sure why it's stayed in my mind this long: there was nothing particularly interesting about it, I wasn't following the actors in it too closely, but something about it stuck. It was an interesting idea, the lengths to which someone would go to get what they want when everyone else tells them that they can't have it.
I've finally seen it, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about it. The story was hard to pin down: part love story, part achievement of dreams in spite of all odds, part raillery against a society that planned perfection to the point where it dismissed the unlikely as impossible. It looked fantastic: a mix of fifties-style suits and hats, but superimposed over the unlikely background of a perfectly sterile world. The glass is unsmudged, the lights are clear, and everything shines inhumanly and inhumanely on the eye. I feel like I could watch it a few times over a write a paper about it, but I'm not sure that I was actually entertained.
Also, what the fuck is up with Uma Therman? Ick.
About a year ago I found out about this movie Gattaca, ostensibly a murder mystery set in a society where most people are genetically predetermined before birth to be genetically perfect. I'm not quite sure why it's stayed in my mind this long: there was nothing particularly interesting about it, I wasn't following the actors in it too closely, but something about it stuck. It was an interesting idea, the lengths to which someone would go to get what they want when everyone else tells them that they can't have it.
I've finally seen it, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about it. The story was hard to pin down: part love story, part achievement of dreams in spite of all odds, part raillery against a society that planned perfection to the point where it dismissed the unlikely as impossible. It looked fantastic: a mix of fifties-style suits and hats, but superimposed over the unlikely background of a perfectly sterile world. The glass is unsmudged, the lights are clear, and everything shines inhumanly and inhumanely on the eye. I feel like I could watch it a few times over a write a paper about it, but I'm not sure that I was actually entertained.
Also, what the fuck is up with Uma Therman? Ick.