Ah, the Apocalypse. Humanity has probably written as much about what the end of the world will look like as it’s written about the actual state of the world at any given point. We’ve died by the billions in fire and ice, while screaming or whimpering. Sometimes a few people survive, although they inevitably butcher and screw their way through the end of the world, although that is how we spent our time prior to Armageddon, so it does logically follow.
The cause of the end of the world is always curious in these tales, because it is the first hint as to the story’s point of view. It’s the first decision in the telling of the story and is critical to what tale the story is really trying to tell. Is it our own fault? Engineered disease escaping from a laboratory, machines rising in revolt, the nuclear missiles dancing atop contrails. Or is it an execution by nature? The asteroid looming larger, the aliens landing, the sun detonating.
There’s a curious other category that has loomed larger, especially in indie films over the last couple of decades, the ones in which a cruel fate tortures us arbitrarily. We lose the ability to have children. Everyone goes blind. Our senses disappear one by one. The latter is the story within Perfect Sense.
Seth’s caught the film at Sundance (here’s the review) and here’s the trailer:
It’s getting a wide release in February.