Children of Men

Children of Men, is by far, the best movie to come out in 2006. From it’s intense and artistic cinematography to it’s rich and meaningful plot.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen a movie that is so true to people and humanity and still delivers an ounce of hope.

Faith and Chance (Children of Men)

  • Jasper: Everything is a mythical, cosmic battle between faith and chance.
  • Miriam: Maybe I shouldn’t.
  • Jasper: You already did. Take another one. Now cough. What do you taste?
  • Miriam: Strawberries!
  • Jasper: Strawberries? That’s what it’s called: Strawberry Cough!
  • Kee: Wicked!
  • Jasper: So. You’ve got faith over here, right? And chance over there.
  • Miriam: Like yin and yang.
  • Jasper: Sort of.
  • Miriam: Or Shiva and Shakti.
  • Jasper: Lennon and McCartney!
  • Kee: [looking at pictures] Look, Julian and Theo.
  • Jasper: Yeah, there you go! Julian and Theo met among a million protestors in a rally by chance. But they were there because of what they believed in in the first place, their faith. They wanted to change the world. And their faith kept them together. But by chance, Dylan was born.
  • Kee: [picks up another photo] This is him?
  • Jasper: Yeah, that’s him. He’d have been about your age. Magical child. Beautiful. Their faith put in praxis.
  • Miriam: “Praxis”? What happened?
  • Jasper: Chance. He was their sweet little dream. He had little hands, little legs, little feet. Little lungs. And in 2008, along came the flu pandemic. And then, by chance, he was gone. You see, Theo’s faith lost out to chance. So, why bother if life’s going to make its own choices?

Children of Men

I don’t want to talk to…

I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.

French Soldier, Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Yeah. French writer. Total loser.

Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he’s also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he uh… he gets down to the end of his life, and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered, Those were the best years of his life, ‘cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn’t learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you’re 18… Ah, think of the suffering you’re gonna miss. I mean high school? High school-those are your prime suffering years. You don’t get better suffering than that.

Frank, Little Miss Sunshine