Liz Tells Frank What Happened In “Cloud Atlas”
Posted by Liz Shannon Miller
As we’ve previously discussed, I have a weird fondness for the Wachowskis despite their career ups and downs, and (as we have not previously discussed) I am DEFINITELY a fan of Tom Tykwer. (Run Lola Run is one of those movies that gets you a good two decades worth of goodwill from me. I mean, I haven’t watched it for at least a decade, and it might not hold up, but DAMN that was a good movie when it first came out.)
So a Wachowski/Tykwer team-up like Cloud Atlas, last year’s big budget genre mash-up? A-PLUS IDEA.
The actual movie, though… Sigh.
My initial exposure to Cloud Atlas, the book, was pretty much ideal: I borrowed it from a friend I was crashing with during a 2008 stay in England, and pretty much devoured it while crossing back and forth across the Thames on the bus. It absorbed my attention in spurts, and the structure of the storytelling kept me compelled; some sections I liked better than others, but that’s always the nature of a novel like this.
I’ve only read the book once, but it was pretty memorable — thus, when discussion of there being a film adaptation arose, I felt vaguely well-qualified to understand what a crazypants idea that was. (And that was BEFORE I heard about the fucking sixtuple-casting!)
A year after the film’s premiere, adapting this book remains a crazypants idea; yet I’ve now seen Cloud Atlas a whopping three times and could see myself watching it again at some point. Why is that, you might ask? I mean, what the hell happens in this movie, anyway?
Great questions, Frank! Let’s start with the second one, because it’s not actually hard to break down the plot of the film. It’s technically six short stories:
- In the 1800s, a guy sails back from some sort of tropics to America — he helps a runaway slave, a mean doctor tries to poison him to steal his money, but eventually he gets home, becomes an abolitionist, survives.
- In the 1930s, a guy becomes a ghostwriter for an elderly composer, fucks the composer’s wife, writes his own symphony, and then kills himself.
- In the 1970s, a gal investigates a corrupt nuclear power plant, nearly gets killed for doing so, survives.
- In the 1990s, a guy who is a book publisher gets trapped in a nursing home, escapes, survives.
- In the not-too-distant future, a gal who is a cloned fast food worker tries to revolt against a totalitarian society, gets killed.
- In the much-more-distant future, a guy helps a gal escape cannibals and send a message off-planet; he ends up going with her to a new world.
Normal everyday stuff, right Frank?
The stories are united by a huge amount of intercutting, a shooting star birthmark seen on the main characters of each story, and a cast shared across all six time periods. Which would be cool, except that latter thing ends up making the movie maybe-kinda-sorta SUPER-RACIST.
I don’t know at what point the Wachowskis and Tykwer decided it’d be a good idea to slap shit-tons of make-up on actors including Hugh Grant, Hugo Weaving, Halle Berry, Doona Bae, Susan Sarandon and Jim Sturgess, enabling them to portray a variety of races, genders and ages. I just know that when you try to make a white person look Korean, they end up looking like a Vulcan.
For a full accounting of all the film’s racial problems, I must recommend the always-amazing Andrew Ti’s breakdown on Grantland, who thoroughly answered the question “Yo, Is This Racist?” (Though he missed the fact that Cloud Atlas did not in fact dodge blackface entirely — Jim Broadbent, for a brief moment, takes on a much darker hue in the post-apocalyptic section.)
Tom Hanks is the only one to escape major race-bending, which, smart move Tom Hanks, because unlike Hugh Grant you won’t have screenshots like this haunting you until the end of the world (and maybe even beyond that, rocket ships depending).
GREAT IDEA FOR A FILM, right Frank? Well, the individual stories do lend themselves to a few thrilling sequences — for example, the not-too-distant future includes some fantastic flying car bits, and the old folk escaping from the nursing home is surprisingly fun.
And the best scene of the movie, hands down, is the 1800s bit where the slave on the ship proves his mettle as a sailor — it’s just a beautiful, exciting bit of film.
Which is why I can see myself watching Cloud Atlas again at some point in the future; as frustrating and weird and bad as they can occasionally be, the Wachowskis persist in proving that they have the potential for cinematic mastery.
I took a break while watching Cloud Atlas to check out the trailer for Jupiter Ascending, their next film, which features Channing Tatum (maybe alien, definitely goatee-ed), Mila Kunis (maybe alien, maybe a princess) and so much crazypants stuff, I have no idea what’s happening, I just know that this movie needs to be in my eyeballs NOW.
And that’s why I will keep coming back to the Wachowskis, time and time again. Even when their work is problematic/dumb/insane, they’re at least INTERESTING. And thank Hugh Jackman for that.
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About Liz Shannon MillerLiz Shannon Miller, based in Los Angeles, is a writer for the screen and the web, her work including G4's Attack of the Show and the tech blog GigaOM. She also co-hosts the podcast Timey Wimey TV, contributes to the video curation site Here's Some Awesome, and tells her friend Frank about stuff at Liz Tells Frank.
Posted on December 11, 2013, in All the Spoilers, Movies and tagged cloud atlas, flying cars!, halle berry, Hugh Grant, hugo weaving, Jim Broadbent, Jim Sturgess, post-apocalyptic!, race relations, Susan Sarandon, The Wachowskis, Tom Hanks, Tom Tykwer, Wachowskis. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.