This film is the answer to the question of what kind of film would result if Orwell’s 1984 and Huxley’s Brave New World somehow got ground up together with a martial arts flick and yeah, maybe the Matrix as seasoning and handed over to a first-class art department and a really talented casting director. I know, I know, I never asked that question either, but we don’t always, do we, ask the questions that the film industry wants to answer for us.
That said, I did get a kick out of this film, inconsistent though it is (try as I might, I don’t see how marriage and nuclear families are really possible in a population that chemically supresses emotion, for instance,letting emotion back into your life would automatically give you a passion for kitsch/antiques - or that you would instinctively know how to operate a gramophone, say). It did not keep me guessing, it did not keep me on the edgoe of my seat, it did not leave me scratching my head and pondering the brilliance and wisdom of its ideas - but it did engender in me an admiration for its style.
And this film has a lot of style. As another reviewer has remarked, it’s probably worth watching just for the gun-katas (and cheers to the team who came up with a plausible-seeming explanation for exactly how it is that the Clerics can take on a whole room full of gun-toting loons and kill them all without taking a single hit themselves), and for Christian Bale’s performance. Ever since the ordeal he undertook to make The Machinist, his face and carriage seem to have a lot more gravitas and he uses both to good effect here.
It’s also got a pretty jaw-dropping cast—Taye Diggs, Dominic Purcell, Sean Bean, Sean Pertwee, Angus McFayden, Emily Watson… these are not light-weight B-movie people really, and they took this script seriously.