One of the bleakest, most magnificently crafted films of all time. The dialogue is one-of-a-kind in actually capturing realism.

With a society almost entirely devoid of children, the worst news descends as the world's youngest person - merely eighteen - is murdered. Mankind is looking extinction in the face unless a group of anti-establishment folks led by "Julian" (Julianne Moore) and "Luke" (Chiwitel Ejiofor) can get the pregnant young "Kee" (Clare-Hope Ashitey) to safety. To that end, they recruit her unwilling ex-husband "Theo" (Clive Owen) to try and get her from a locked-down Britain to the sea and perhaps to safety in Europe. He has a minor job in the administration that might be able to deliver some transit papers, but this isn't going to be an easy task as nobody can find out the condition of his fellow-traveller. With violence surrounding them and just about everyone in pursuit as an uprising looms, their journey becomes more and more perilous - but can they make it? Now Owen is one of my least favourite British actors. He's up there with the equally wooden Sean Bean, but here he does manage to carry off the role of the vigilante-type survivor who thinks on his feet constantly, unsure who is friend or foe, whilst only really able to rely on the charismatic "Jasper" (Sir Michael Caine) who lives a life with his ailing wife, secluded from society and it's problems. This is a quickly paced drama and the visual effects use only a modicum of pyrotechnics. For the most part it's the photography that sells us this story. The depiction of a city, a country and a society ruined from the inside out - all because it can't perpetuate it's own species. Could things really collapse into anarchy and lawlessness this comprehensively?