Savoring the Vision of Cloud Atlas
It’s not a second watch movie either. There’s a lot going on physically and intellectually- concepts and ideas being thrown around as big explosions, violence, big great escapes and some bits of sex were running all at the same time in the background. My senses were on overdrive; I was trying to absorb that amazing visuals at the same time, and I think I may have failed my brain trying to grasp more of Cloud Atlas than I was allowed on a second viewing on a noisy theater.
That’s why I just pre-ordered this.
Surprisingly enough, clocking at nearly 3 hours, Cloud Atlas feels too rushed like all the universe had been compressed into this tiny world. It was never enough. It was as if a mindless blockbuster had met with a deep spiritual art house film in a perfect blend. Though I don’t think it was as affecting as Aronofsky’s The Fountain, I did find Cloud Atlas to be more accessible than that one, or The Tree of Life or 2001: A Space Odyssey.
It’s really a shame the film isn’t really making an easy profit, and even more sad that most film critics didn’t back it up. It seems Cloud Atlas is riding on the back of movie bloggers instead.