Gattaca (1997)
We’re more than the sum of our genes.
Presentation:
Though technically a sci-fi film, this story is foremost an inspiring drama for mankind. Despite disability and genetic indicators pre-determining Ethan Hawke’s future, we beautifully pursue dreams against all odds in this genetically-engineered dystopia. The grade is mostly monochromatic, yellow, but it all blends together in the end with the narrative being the primary selling point. Although some of the characters can feel glossed over, the script is compelling enough to make you root for them.
Conclusion:
Bias, discrimination, dystopian predictors, this film has aspects of Minority Report without the blockbuster tone. It’s a captivating slow burn that should leave an lasting impression. Especially in today’s world of AI and modern technology, the message and themes of this film feel alarmingly relevant. There are lulls in pacing but worth the payoff at the end. Overcoming prejudice and our imperfections makes this a hopeful, humanist script. A great sci-fi film for nerds, it might be considered predictable by today’s standards.
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