Running time: 109 minutes
Staring: Justin Timberlake and Amanda Seyfried
Have you ever noticed how the making of a movie is like the making of a cake? They both have five core ingredients to a successful and delicious result. If you follow the recipe exactly, you get a three-to-four-star movie. If you’re creative, you get a four-to-five-star movie. And if you’re slightly sloppy, and maybe get your quantities wrong, or worse still forget an ingredient, you get a flop.
Ingredient Number 1: Flour.
Just as you cannot have a cake without flour (of some form), you simply cannot have a movie without a plot. In Time used flour of the finest sort and the result of that was spectacular. Time for currency? That’s an idea that will go down in history as original. Especially the whole “touch arms to get more time” idea. Brilliant thinking. And setting a Robin Hood “rob the people-who-are-practically-immortal to give to the people who’ll die-way-before-their-time a longer life” in a dystopic situation is a plot to delight anyone. Yes, ingredient number one was fully covered, with a tasty flare, too.
Ingredient Number 2: Sugar.
The interest that makes the movie worth watching. This, of course, has to be dealt with carefully, as a too-sweet shop-bought cake is no where near as good as a homemade cake where you can taste the flavourings. But we’ll get to flavourings in a moment. The “Sugar” aspect of this movie was pretty good. There were plenty of reasons to keep watching it. The little flares, the settings. The way they’d say “Give me a minute” and mean literally. Or “I don’t have time to gamble.” Or the fact that the beautiful girlfriend/rich girl/partner in crime did the whole entire thing in stilettos.
Ingredient Number 3: Flavourings.
Here’s where things get hard. The flavour of a movie is developed through its characters, and while the acting was good (not stunning, but good) the general characterisation needed work. They had characters, but…nothing about them would endear the character to the viewer. They were…meh.
Ingredient Number 4: Liquid Bindings
A movie of a complex dystopian-thriller type like this needs to be bound together by having no plot holes or anything unnecessary. I’m afraid they kind of missed a bit in the bindings. Somethings needed to get trimmed to make it all stick together better.
For instance, Will and Sylvia were at a party, dancing (of course) and then they randomly run outside. (Warning bells). So they rush down to the beach and have a wonderfully romantic little swim and it’s all so pathetic. (If those two kiss, I’m gonna puke! quote from Ice Age 4 by Granny) Especially since they kind of forgot to leave anything on when they ditched their party outfits. Yeah. Warning bells. (The filmography dealt with it with it tactfully–nothing was visible.) Now I detest the scene for obvious reasons. But , apart from that, it had no purpose and made the movie too runny just like a cake with one too many eggs. The bindings needed work. Simple as that.
Ingrident Number 5: Baking powder.
Have you ever been baking a cake, and so delighted by the divine taste that you forgot the baking powder? They forgot the baking powder in this movie (baking powder here referring to details.)
For example. In the afore mentioned midnight swim, neither of them had ever been swimming in their lives. Well, they were doing a fine job of it? Natural talent? Coincidence? Tacky? And then they rush back to the party. In dry clothes with no sand sticking to them. Dry hair. Reapplied make-up. In later scenes, the man actor (Will Salas played by Justin Timberlake) knows how to drive a car. Really well. Up until then, he’d never even ridden in a car.
The movie needed help. It had the potential of epic-ness personified. But it knocked off the beam in the high jump. In the end, I conclude that it’s worth the watch, but if time was currency, it would be a waste of two hours to watch it again.