Cloud Atlas (No Spoilers)


First and foremost. I believe in signs. I believe that it was no accident that one day I picked up my iPad, flipped through some articles and landed upon the most visually breathtaking trailer of a movie that wouldn't be released for months. It was no accident that I then stumbled across this footage on facebook...nor was it an accident that one of my best pals, D, asked if I'd go see this film (something I would never in a million think anyone would want to see with me.) But he did...and so did Jersey so last night we hunkered down with caffeine. Well they did. I stuck to herbal tea.

...And then it began.

I have no idea what I just saw. I know Lana Wachowski didn't write this glorious script, but I feel like she still managed to tell her story...and all the stories of those out there like her. Me included. I won't give anything away. I'll only share with you what I read beforehand. Everyone said the script was too complicated. That there would be too many characters. The ideas would beat us over the head simplistically while the script would leave us confused and dazed.

I couldn't agree more. These characters were rich and beyond any dimensional restrictions. I had a come to Jesus moment with this film. I tell you this because I'm about to get a bit heavy on y'all. I feel like this movie...the book...the work itself is a brilliant truth that the world needs to hear, if only one person believes it'll do the job. Falsehood: Our lives amount to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Truth: What is an ocean a multitude of drops?

I'm being meta right now. After you see the movie come back to this post and re-read that last sentence. It's my written hug for like-minded souls.

Jersey is infamous for falling asleep in movies. He sat on the edge of his chair the entire time, fixated on the screen. D hung on every word. I cried over some really hard parts and wore my heart on my sleeve proudly. This movie will resonate with the sentimental. You'd be doing yourself a HUGE disservice if you walked into the film with a critic's cap on. Forget dissecting and imperfection. I went in expecting to have my mind blown and that it did. It's the best gift a director (or three) can give in my opinion. A story that shows us we're more alike than we'd like to believe...that we our not our own. "We are bound to others, past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future."

I wish I would have had my pen and paper in that theater. There were so many words that I wanted to write down. So many lessons and thoughts that I needed to hear that day, that hour/minute/second. I'll see it again for sure. I haven't been this moved since high school when I saw this out-of-this-world play about a future society void of human interaction. Scary being that I live that world now...The hairs on my arm stood up then much like they stood up last night. I gather David Mitchell's book, Cloud Atlas, isn't such a stretch as the darling critics would like for us all to believe. Like a character from the movie explains, the chasms filled with out differences are simply imaginary. I applaud Tom Hanks, Halle Berry and the others who partook in this film. It says something lovely that no other film has exposed to me before.


"What wouldn't I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds."


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