Future Shock

Michael Winterbottom paints a plausibly problematic tomorrow in Code 46

The future is almost here. At least, it is according to screenwriter Frank Cottrell Boyce (Pandaemonium) and director Michael Winterbottom (24 Hour Party People), two cinematic visionaries whose combined vision in Code 46 sparks tremendous intrigue -- and unrest. At once a weirdly familiar sci-fi trip, a bleak romance, a treatise on technology run amok, and a sirocco of mood, it's the successor to Blade Runner (or Orwell, or Huxley) we've long awaited, but it defies simple categorization, proving itself astonishing, haunting, and lyrical on its own terms.

The film presents a freaky future indeed. People speak middling English shot through with common Spanish, French, and Chinese terms. The ozone layer is so depleted that many fear solar radiation and work mainly at night. Genetic manipulation and cloning are widespread, and advanced cellular communication has replaced most intimate human contact. If you think that sounds pretty much like today, that's definitely the point, but this forecast also includes globally warmed continents ravaged into desert wastelands, stretching seemingly forever between civilized but massively overcrowded cities accessible only to those relative few approved for passage through carefully guarded checkpoints.

Through one of these checkpoints passes William (Tim Robbins), an insurance investigator from Seattle on assignment to Shanghai to seek the culprit who's been counterfeiting and circulating fake "papelles," or clearance papers for travel, and "cover," or insurance. Having taken an "empathy virus," William can read minds given only sparse input, and in the midst of his interrogation lineup he meets our heroine and narrator, Maria (Samantha Morton). There is an immediate attraction. We like Maria, too, partly because Morton is so routinely spacey (this film plays like a cross between Morvern Callar and Minority Report), but also because her post-postmodern girl here cultivates intriguing dreams, involving an eerie train ride and a mysterious stranger. That she's not the least bit pretentious about this is a major plus.

Unfortunately, married family man William finds Maria just a touch too appealing, and in short order he has pinned the crime on someone undeserving and taken the girl out for a night on the town. Soon enough they find themselves back at her funky, futuristic pad, where the inevitable occurs and we begin wondering if, beyond adultery, they have committed some sort of sex crime. You see, the titular ordinance Code 46 concerns the illegality of coupling between people sharing verboten levels of matching DNA. While this is always a reasonable practice, in this future it is scientifically enforced.

At this point, rather than creating excruciating tension, the filmmakers sustain a moody sense of paranoia and longing. Those genre fans clamoring for sci-fi gunplay, rooftop chases, or killer robots will be sorely missing the point, which is that the future will not blast us into hyperspace, but rather wear down our very vulnerable humanity. When Morton intones, "I miss you," it's a universal notion and utterly heartbreaking.

The film's design adds immensely to the general unsettledness. Working wondrously well with cinematographers Alwin Kuchler (Winterbottom's The Claim) and Marcel Zyskind (Winterbottom's In This World, a major inspiration for this movie), the director and his production designer, Mark Tildesley, have created a unique view of a few short years away. Rather than building cumbersome sets, they've gone on location around the world -- to Shanghai, London, Dubai, and Jaipur -- juxtaposing cityscapes and capturing the dust, smog, and squalor just outside the gates. The result is a little bit like Brazil, or The Fifth Element, or any number of futuristic pictures, but packs a major wallop for being entirely believable.

It also seems that the ever-industrious Winterbottom has been catching the latest "alternative" cinema during his whirlwind jet-setting. Elements such as the memory wipe of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mindor the mismatched hipster romance (and hipster music) of Lost in Translation are clearly lifted wholesale, but Code 46feels more like refinement than petty thievery.

Above all, working in a genre riddled with clichés, Winterbottom keeps his bearings and sustains our interest in the humanity of his struggling characters. Much of this is because Robbins and Morton are at the top of their game, but screenwriter Boyce, often a collaborator of Winterbottom's, builds his foundation upon strong characters, then proceeds to plot. Furthermore, the supporting cast, featuring Benedict Wong (Dirty Pretty Things) and Om Puri (East Is East) as reticent authority figures, provides richness around most every turn.

In the midst of all this, there's a wonderful scene involving a karaoke bar. When the Chinese chanteuse singing in Latin tongues steps down, none other than Mick Jones of the Clash approaches the mike to croon the obvious but utterly welcome "Should I Stay or Should I Go." Approaching 50, Jones looks great, he sounds great, and apart from perhaps "Stay Free" or "Innocent Child," he couldn't have arrived with a more appropriate song to fit the film's themes. It's a lovely grace note in a marvelous movie, echoing that in a mad, fast-approaching future we're likely to get trouble.

 
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