In a dystopian future, time is gold. No, time is money, to be accurate.
To control the Earth’s population, men are genetically engineered to stop aging at 25 years old, and from then on, their days are numbered. Literally. A phosphorescent digital clock on their forearm starts the default time at 51 years and begins to ominously tick to their demise. And since time is the currency (4 minutes for a cup of coffee, 2 hours for a bus ticket, 1 minute to use the payphone, etc), the poor die early and the rich live forever. It’s a caste system separated by Time Zones, the New Greenwhich (Greenwhich Mean Time?) being the time zone of the richest, the residents are centenarians, Hollywood celebrity-looking men and women with hundreds and thousands of years on their forearms, where time is slow and men gamble for leisure.
Outside of its science fiction element, In Time‘s plot is generic, but since the screenplay was well-written, the cinematography refreshingly archaic, and the fitting and elegant musical score beautifully heightening and emotionally charging the formulaic Hollywood scenes, In Time will still absorb you into its dystopian world, and you will leave the cinemas still sensing Will’s world…making you distinctly aware of the invisible clock on your forearm. Tick tock.
Our contributor, Stephanie Mayo works as a copy writer, an editor on the side, and she’s a passionate and aspiring filmmaker. She will simply die without movies. Catch her latest movie reviews on her blog, Film Check.