It took me three attempts to watch this movie because Netflix kept sending me scratched discs. That was a huge pain in the ass and did, unfortunately, rob this film of momentum.It's kind of impossible to describe the plot, seeing as it's told non-linearly and concerns the various permutations of souls through the reaches of time. It moves from a young man (Jim Sturgess) who falls ill on a South Pacific journey in 1849, to a frustrated composer (Ben Whishaw) reading the man's travel record in 1932, to a journalist (Halle Berry) hearing the composer's work while piecing together a story on corruption in a nuclear facility in the 70's, to a publisher (Jim Broadbent) writing his memoirs in 2012, to the far-flung dystopian future where a fabricant --think replicants from Blade Runner-- (Doona Bae) realizes her place in the world is not what it seems, to an even further post-apocaplytic future where the fate of humanity's final days is held by one man (Tom Hanks).
See what I mean?
The Wachowski twins play with concepts of destiny, good and evil, race, gender, and social order. Every actor plays multiple parts through the arcs and it takes a quick eye to spot them all. The result is a transcendent piece of filmmaking that I highly recommend.
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