Mr Nobody
Without apology to
creationists, who belong with the flat earth people, climate change deniers,
and there’s really fairies at the bottom of the garden folk over there in La-La
/ Ga-Ga Land, it all started with a big bang, before which there was no time
(and nothing else as we know it). Now there’s dimensions and stuff, including
some that make no sense to us because we’re equipped with the senses that we
happen to be equipped with.
The point is, nothing, and
no time, before, then…big bang, time, marching relentlessly in one direction,
we thought, but marching on relativelistically since ideas changed in the early
1900’s, after the big bang, but dependent on the expansion of the universe for
its direction (I think that’s about right). Bang, energy, explosion, rapid,
then slowing expansion. Any two random points in the universe are moving apart.
Eventually the energy and acceleration will dissipate and gravity will take
over and the place will slowly, then acceleratingly collapse back in on itself.
117 year old Nemo is
hanging on, at his 118th birthday, the last mortal on an earth where
quasi-immortality has overcome death. On an earth where his doctor has complete
facial tattoos.
Younger Nemo bears an
uncanny likeness to Thomas Rosicky.
The film is superbly
photographed, the soundtrack’s great, and it picked up no end of awards. It
gets billed as philosophical, time-bending science fiction drama.
It’s a series, or rather a
parallel of love stories, with spectacular special effects and those
philosophical and scientific questions built in.
It raises a lot of
questions. About the nature of time, and what will happen if expansion becomes
contraction. About those parallel timelines cats in boxes illustrate. About how
there can’t be objective observation when the observers are limited to the kit
and senses they have to do their observing with.
It answers the question of
who will play Thomas if the Rosicky bio-pic is ever produced.
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