Two years from now, every woman on Earth becomes infertile. Another eighteen years later, the world has descended into near-anarchy. In the United Kingdom in particular, illegal (that is to say ALL) immigrants are being rounded up into refugee camps, terrorist attacks are routine, and you need your papers at every checkpoint. The world is black and grey and the streets are filthy. Suicide pills come with your food rations.
Clive Owen, disillusioned activist-turned-bureacrat, is dredged up by his activist-turned-radical ex-wife Julianne Moore to help transport the mysterious Claire-Hope Ashitey to the south coast. Turns out she's the most important person on the planet. Turns out she's pregnant. Michael Caine plays a buddy of Owen's; Chiwetel Ejiofor (of Serenity fame) plays an ally of Moore's. Alfonso Cuarón directs; P.D. James wrote the original novel, "The Children Of Men", on which this is based.
This isn't a science fiction movie. In fact it doesn't seem much like fiction at all. The world presented here is (almost) absolutely believable. Explosions billow grey smoke, not red fire like in Hollywood. Gunshots are as terrifyingly loud as they are in reality. It doesn't even seem like there would have to be a sudden absence of children for it to happen. The real lesson I took away from it is: THIS is what happens if everything continues as it has done for the past five years. This is what the world is like, twenty years further down this road.
Let me see here, positive points:
Negatives?
Best movie I've seen since The Incredibles. A+.