A beauty of a movie. The world is going to end and what do you do? Have as much sex as possible? Form a suicide pact? Drink wine and listen to classical music? Aimlessly overturn cars? All this, and more. Not the least virtue of it is the sly wit; the newsreader turns from a story about mobs wrecking the monuments of civilisation to how "hundreds of would-be rock stars joined Randy Bachman in a giant guitar jam today". But the overall compassion is the real heart of the film - not weepy sentimentality, but a decent respect for the complexity of people, of the kind that has only intermittently appeared in Hollywood films since, ooh, forever.
As to how the conflagration is going to happen, we never know, except that the time frame is from 6pm to midnight and in all that time the sun stays high in the sky. But then, it's often more affecting when you're sad on a sunny day than in the middle of the night. Also, I noticed that the soundtrack is almost all Canadian rock bands. Where were Rush, I'd like to know? (Joke.) I'll never listen to "Guantanamera" again without a lump rising to my throat.
Congratulations to Don McKellar on a great movie. Sandra Oh is going to be a star, if there's any justice; and it's good to see David Cronenberg playing somebody sane.
As to how the conflagration is going to happen, we never know, except that the time frame is from 6pm to midnight and in all that time the sun stays high in the sky. But then, it's often more affecting when you're sad on a sunny day than in the middle of the night. Also, I noticed that the soundtrack is almost all Canadian rock bands. Where were Rush, I'd like to know? (Joke.) I'll never listen to "Guantanamera" again without a lump rising to my throat.
Congratulations to Don McKellar on a great movie. Sandra Oh is going to be a star, if there's any justice; and it's good to see David Cronenberg playing somebody sane.