Wachowski Rewatch

Boundaries Are Conventions: Cloud Atlas is Easily One of the Most Ambitious Films Ever Made, Flaws and All

Saying that a film version of Cloud Atlas is an ambitious project is like saying that translating Midnight’s Children into Zulu when you don’t know the language is an ambitious project. It’s not ambitious, it’s kind of impossible. Yet the Wachowskis and Tom Tykwer did just that in 2012.

This is a complicated one. Let’s work through it together.

The author of Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell, was supportive of the film in perhaps that most understanding way he could possibly be; he acknowledged at length that film and literature are different animals, and that translating his book was bound to be a trial, but that he trusted the filmmakers to know their own craft well enough to make the transition work. He reported to be pleased with the final result.

Cloud Atlas, 2012

This film is extraordinary. But it also fails. It is an evocative, imperfect beast of a movie. It is the sort of work that demands multiple viewings in order to fully disseminate it, but we don’t live in a world where people generally want that out of their viewed entertainment. Still, I appreciate this film for the fact that it forces its audience to engage fully, to think, to be confused and try again. That doesn’t mean that it succeeds; Roger Ebert—who fully enjoyed the film—said that he realized on a second viewing that he’d never fully understand the thing because it doesn’t quite make sense. But, like everything that the Wachowskis are involved with, it is a beautifully unique piece of art told in six interwoven parts.

There are parts that are not so beautiful, of course. This film came under fire for the yellow face prosthetics that it put on its white actors, and for good reason. In the interest of examination, the yellow face was not the only race-bending done in the film; Doona Bae plays both a white and a Mexican woman in different eras of the story, Halle Berry (who is herself a biracial woman) also plays a white woman and an Indian woman, as well as a native of the Pacific Islands. The appearance of the actors during the section set in the 24th century on the Big Isle of Hawaii are also altered with prosthetics in some cases, though we are not given clear indication of what anyone’s heritage is. In addition, several actors change genders with the use of prosthetics and makeup.

Cloud Atlas, 2012

On one hand, the impulse is understandable from a creative standpoint. This is a story about interconnected lives, and the choice to reuse the same primary cast in each different era of the story works toward a fascinating (if sometimes difficult to catch) cohesion. The problem is simple: in most of these eras within the story, the primary characters are white or black, and merely using protheses to look a little different, to offer an altered visual cue. In the Neo Seoul section, however, all of the characters should be Korean, and the primarily white cast is prompted to wear prosthetics to address the issue. It’s an entire section of the narrative that suddenly resorts to whitewashing in effort to preserve the creative impulse of a consistent cast. Perhaps, if the cast had been more diverse in the first place, if they had cast more Asian actors in the core group, this wouldn’t be so glaring of a move. But the prosthetics for the actors in Neo Seoul look awful, on par with Old Hollywood’s whitewashing of Asian characters using actors like Alec Guinness and Micky Rooney.

The fact that there is technically (and I almost feel like I should put the words in quotation marks, as it’s hard not to be sarcastic about it) a logistical reason for this whitewashing doesn’t make it work, doesn’t prevent it from reading as sloppy and offensive. Frankly, the overlapping cast is something that I imagine might work better in theatre than on a big screen —and in theatre, all the prosthetics wouldn’t have been necessary. You would simply give your audience a program with the actor’s name and each character they were going to play, and ask the audience to buy your conceit. This sort of experimentation with multiple roles often works better on stage. It wouldn’t automatically absolve the directors of responsibility here; the actors should still be an incredibly diverse group for such a move to work in casting. Cloud Atlas does a relatively good job on this front, but over half of the main cast are still white men. In some ways, we could argue that the novel itself is partly to blame for this problem in casting, as at least half of the narrative sections are centered on white male characters, but there are plenty of primary supporting roles that could have gone to POC actors.

Cloud Atlas, 2012

And it’s really too bad that it doesn’t work out in the long run, because asking these actors to play multiple characters truly does enrich the film. While the focal characters in each section are clearly connected by their shooting star birthmark, the reappearance of the same actors as supporting characters lends itself to a certain aspect of rebirth or even reincarnation between these eras. Some of these people seem to grow and change, others are stuck in their given roles through each incarnation; Hugh Grant’s characters are always callous, cruel, and powerful, Hugo Weaving is always playing the forceful and dangerous long arm of the establishment, Doona Bae’s roles are women fighting on behalf of others to change unjust systems, James D’Arcy is mostly a sensitive and pensive soul. Certain sets of people seem to meet over and over, and have similar connections; Tom Hanks’s characters fall in love with Halle Berry’s more than once, Ben Whishaw and Jim Broadbent’s characters seem to cause each other pain whenever they meet. It makes for fascinating viewing that requires thoughtfulness and attention, that insists on audience awareness rather than a passive viewing experience.

The structure of the story is very much changed from David Mitchell’s novel, weaving each narrative together so that they run back and forth across each other. While the book moves forward in time and then back again to complete each story, the film uses overlap to increase tension, which makes sense for cinema and the emotional immediacy it often provokes. There are very few major changes to Mitchell’s story, the biggest one to my mind being the alteration of composer Robert Frobisher’s reason for committing suicide. In the book, it is because he has completed his masterpiece (the Cloud Atlas Sextet) and believes that there is nothing greater for him to achieve. In the film, it is because he is about to be outed by his former employer Vyvyan Ayrs. On the one hand, when half of the filmmaking team on this project are trans siblings, the choice to deal with the reality of LGBT+ lives and the threats and fears they’ve always had to face feels like an honest and meaningful effort. On the other hand, it’s disappointing that the only focal queer character in this story falls under the “tragic gay” trope by being persecuted for his sexuality. I have extremely mixed feelings about that particular change in the narrative. Ultimately, it seems to me that the change is made to narrow in on the themes of love that the Wachowskis always push to the forefront of every project; Frobisher’s love of Rufus Sixsmith becomes a far more important aspect to his life when the audience knows those desires ultimately lead to his demise.

Cloud Atlas, 2012

The movie is a visual feast of the highest order, filmed expertly and gorgeously designed in every detail. For that alone, the film deserves all the praise it garners. It’s impressive that while the project had two sets of directors, it feels cohesive stylistically as well. The music is superb, the Cloud Atlas Sextet itself being partially composed by codirector Tom Tykwer. The cast is phenomenal at articulating a variety of challenging roles. But like so many works the Wachowskis are involved with, no one could agree on whether Cloud Atlas should be lauded or maligned. It was simultaneously named one of the best and worst movies of 2012 by various respected voices and publications. I think it safe to say that the people who dismissed the film outright likely made no attempt to parse it out, but the primary cause for diverging opinion seemed to come down to whether or not you found the film emotionally affecting.

Because the story of Cloud Atlas is certainly not for the faint of heart. It is essentially six linked stories that turn on themes of human connection—ways to abuse those connections and ways to make them flourish for the benefit of all. Adam Ewing is being slowly murdered for his wealth by a dishonest doctor, Robert Frobisher is being used for his musical genius by Vyvyan Ayrs, Luisa Rey uncovers a plot to allow nuclear disaster for corporate benefit, Timothy Cavendish finds himself committed to a cruel nursing home by his own brother, Sonmi~451 learns that people (called “fabricants”) like her are created as slave labor, then ground up and fed to each other, Zachry keeps seeing visions of a nasty figure called Old Georgie, who encourages him to give into fears and keep the more advanced Prescient society at a distance, including the newly arrived Meronym.

Cloud Atlas, 2012

All of these stories show people using one another for profit and gain without consideration. Humanity at its worst in every sense, concerned only with power and oppression.

But then each narrative turns. Slowly, we begin to see how all of these stories can be altered for the better when people connect out of love, friendship, empathy. Because of his relationship with Autua, an escaped slave who saves his life, Adam Ewing and his wife leave for the North to become abolitionists. While Robert Frobisher’s life ends in tragedy, he completes his artistic masterpiece and loves Rufus Sixsmith until his last. Luisa Rey sticks to her guns, finds people who are willing to aid her at great personal risk and uncovers corruption, preventing environmental disaster and countless deaths, and inspiring her young neighbor to pursue a future as a mystery novelist. Cavendish makes friends in Aurora House, breaks out with them, writes his story, and reunites with the love of his life. Sonmi~451 finds a purpose and love among freedom fighters, and spends the rest of her short time sharing her story and awaking the masses. Zachry and Meronym come to trust one another and save the people left on Earth, moving them to a distant colony on a new planet. They fall in love and have a family, two very different people from two cultures that utterly distrusted each other.

Cloud Atlas, 2012

Humanity at its best. Unwilling to give in, loving and helping one another, uniting to protect each other. I suppose that’s why I don’t fully understand the critics who couldn’t emotionally converse with the film. The story is harrowing and sharp and full of pain, at times too dire to withstand… and then fans out into a tapestry of love, perseverance, and interdependence across time.

So Cloud Atlas doesn’t succeed in every aspect, but it manages in the place where it matters most—a reminder of what were, what we are, and what we might become.

Emmet Asher-Perrin spent a few sleepless nights rewatching this this film over and over the first time she saw it. You can bug her on Twitter and Tumblr, and read more of her work here and elsewhere.


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