And boy did somebody piss in their Cheerios.

What caused the rise of fascism? What caused the epidemic? What caused regeneration? Once the plot takes shape, it’s more or less about birthing a baby, and the vacuous Children of Men is like an episode of something slightly absurd on the Sci-Fi Channel. Credit goes to Cuaron for smooth transitions and neat camera work.

Vacuous? Really? Did we watch the same movie?

These are ultimately superficial issues in the moody movie, which holds but loses interest since it doesn’t really have much of a point. In the broadest sense, the revolutionaries, most of whom are steeped in eastern mysticism, seem to favor life, but beyond that, Children of Men is devoid of deeper meaning.

This is essentially the exact opposite of my experience in the theater. Children of Men is not a flick that explains everything - and thank God because I hate that drivel. You can read the full review for yourself.