For some forsaken reason, the movie Children of Men wasn’t on my radar screen. It looks quite incredible, just having read the synopsis. It’s exactly how I kind of imagined 2027 – nuclear terrorism, totalitarianism, environmental degradation, and a secret sect of scientists seeking to keep humanity on life support.
In fact, my theory is that there are four inescapable reasons that I was not told about this movie beforehand:

1. The government has built, between my ears, a wire cage made of invisible bolts, powered by dark matter and managed by ISK10.
2. My long-time fascination with and adoration of Julianne Moore has destablized my relationship with the newspapers that I acquaint myself with each day.
3. My college honors thesis, written about William Blake in 1989, is now controlled by Universal Pictures, who is distributing this film. Blake’s lyrics are featured in the original film score by John Tavener.
4. The word “bummer,” which I used randomly when I was 8 years old, is now considered a legitimate term of art by New York Times writers like Manohia Dargis, who wrote of this movie, “Children of Men may be something of a bummer, but it’s the kind of glorious bummer that lifts you to the rafters, transporting you with the greatness of its filmmaking.”