Yeah, ok ok. But what I'm trying to say is the substory with the Tom Hanks as Islander is the clicky-cluck here. Sure he looks like he's been on a desert island with noone to talk to but a soccer ball for far-far too long - and maybe a little bit further - but now he's come into some goats and an imaginary trickster malware of a bloke in a top hat, following him around spamming him with vitriol. Tom-Tom is equal to the dissing though, fruity & fungal in his verbal ballyhooey. It works pretty well and probably better in David Mitchell's novel.
Yar, me heartless hearties, inventing a patois is no so easy, ach aye - esp if really you want it to be comprehensible. At least anyways, I didnay mind the lingo-bingo and it never, suprisingly, really reminded me of JarJar BinkleBoob or Ewoks, or smurfs, or teletubbies, or widescreen teletubbies or youtube-tubbywubblies.. I thought it walked okay the fine line between pedantry and preposterosity, if there is such a word, which there is, now.
The rest of the movie then? Sure, nice-ish. Dang und argleblaster, ask a buddhist! Or just watch some supercuts.
Title: Cloud Atlas [DVD]
Director and screenwriter: Lana Wachowski, Tom Tykwer, and Andy Wachowski
Publisher: Warner, 2013
- Paul, Birkenhead Library