Bryson Edward Howe
Masterworks: CHILDREN OF MEN
Alfonso Cuaron’s nightmarish dystopic vision Children of Men opens not with a whimper, but with a bang. The fleeting become permanent.
Psalms 90, "Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men."
This is Old Testament. An angry, vengeful God, punishing us for our sins. A God that was here before man and will be here long after. Eternal, "from everlasting to everlasting." A lifetime for us is a mere blink through His eyes. And if we occasionally lift our heads and pause long enough to wonder what we are striving for, if there is lasting purpose in what we do, what we create, we will realise that all these lives lived, all these stories told, will soon be gone. Soon forgotten...