"You may be humanity's only chance". Oh boy. That's a lot of unwanted pressure. When you get a "chance", seek out 2067. It's time continuum continued and yup, it's my latest review.
Anywho, 2067 is a flux-capacitor-ed, sci-fi-er that occasionally stimulates the brain and shatters the Atman. As something about a man who transports himself into the future to save Earth from its unbreathable air, 2067 is thinking man's science fiction for the ready-made anoraks. The film feels dutifully relevant and fathomable in these quote unquote, "trying times".
So OK, I've never seen a sci-fi endeavor quite like 2067. It announces itself as an unflinching character study and dystopian doppler within the first act. Sans any relentless action, souped-up laser guns, or gross bloodletting, 2067 is populated by raw performances, scenes of dramatic heft, numerous flashbacks, and a lead that looks like a cross between Andrew Garfield, DJ Qualls, and The Verve's Richard Ashcroft. 2067 is fiddly, fervid, and dialogue-driven, like a production-ed play I tell you.
Granted, 2067 has unknown actors, Syfy channel remnants, a recycled screenplay, and a low-budgeted feel (but not too low). Still, the intentions are good and plenty here. Bottom line: If you've taken in Blade Runner, 2001: A Space Odyssey, or 2013's Oblivion one too many times, then check out 2067 as an alternative watch. Heck, it might gain a fated following (no futuristic pun intended).
Written by Jesse Burleson
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