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Die Klimakatastrophe hat aus dem Planeten Erde längst einen nahezu unbewohnbaren Fleck Erde im Universum gemacht. Als die Umwelt vor einem guten Vierteljahrhundert kollabierte, flüchteten Mutter, Vater und Sohn – und zwar unter die Erdoberfläche. Dort hat sich die Familie einen luxuriösen Bunker eingerichtet und harrt dort nun der Dinge. Routine und Rituale sollen die drei davor bewahren, in den paranoiden Wahnsinn abzudriften. Doch dann klopft plötzlich ein fremdes Mädchen an und setzt den hauchdünnen Firnis der familiären Idylle gehörig unter Spannung.
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There's a story here about quietly ratcheting tension between survivors in the post-apocalypse. Unfortunately, that tension is repeatedly undercut by largely mediocre musical numbers that bloat the runtime of the film, as well as a time-skip ending that takes everything the film seemed to be building towards and throws it out the window. It's not a bad film, to the extent that I did feel compelled to watch it through to its conclusion, but now that I've seen how underwhelming that conclusion is, I have no desire to return to it in the future.
Since I like to be surprised by the story, I went into the movie blind this time as well. And yes, I quickly realized that I had once again "stumbled" into a musical. I'm really not a fan of them, even though they always deliver a good performance. Nevertheless, I watched the movie until the end this time as well (as I did with La La Land and Wicked), which is clearly due to the convincing cast. I adore Tilda Swinton, who gives an absolutely outstanding performance, and I also really like George McKay and the rest of the cast. That makes it much more forgivable, and who knows, in the end I might end up watching musicals "voluntarily."
Wifee and I review “the music pieces are just far enough apart that you forget and then Oh No another song aaaa should we turn it off or just survive ; those poor actors having to mime that stuff” Ok if they made a Snider / non music cut or replaced the songwriting possibly
If only there were enough actresses in the post apocalypse that didn't need autotune when singing. And much too much transport to justify 2.5 hours runtime. This feels like a smug conversation piece for smug New York high society theatre audiences that find it quaint on so many levels. For myself it was a disappointment after the mind-blowing The Act of Killing.