There's something deeply unsettling about Children of Men, and I've never really been able to pick individual parts of the film that make me feel so uncomfortable watching it; it appears to be the entire film itself that just stands out so excellently.
There's perfection in the way that Children of Men successfully displays the horrifying ways we treat each other, whether they are the people you walk by every day or unfortunate people that have fled their homes in search of a better life, well, or what they had assumed would be a better life elsewhere.
Humanity is beginning to crumble due to an unknown phenomenon that has caused women across the world to lose the ability to have children; you'd assume that would be the biggest threat to humanity, but it is ultimately humanity themselves that further pushes society down and into war and chaos.
Theo Faron (Clive Owen) turns to activism as he falls into the path of one woman: an immigrant that is pregnant. It's not all positive, though. He must keep her safe from the threats of those who want to kill or manipulate her. She's both a serious target if discovered, and the cure to the depressive state of society torn by war and segregation.
Our protagonist is far from a hero, though. Most of the time we are observing his attempts to simply not die; struggling to keep his head down and avoiding the raining of bullets around him. He's just another civilian caught up in the fight, after all.
