The Future is a painfully paced indie film that deals with
the finite nature of time as a lackluster couple of 30-something hipsters,
Sophie and Jason, realize they have wasted three decades of life doing nothing
of importance. Calculating that they have one month left to truly live, they
begin making rather lame efforts to seize the day. In the span of thirty days
Miranda July’s passive, narcissistic characters manage to do nothing of value, save
that Jason sells about four trees. What I did find interesting was July’s use
of time in the narrative. The opening scene shows the two on the couch, in
their own little worlds, when Jason jokingly remarks about freezing time—the
irony of which is, these two people are already frozen in time of their own
accord. Later, Jason actually takes on the ability to freeze time, and avoids
the impending split from Sophie for a few weeks, as she goes on living as the
mistress to a single dad in a parallel time-sphere. Overall, Sophie and Jason prove
to be too self-absorbed to function together, managing to run their
relationship into the ground while simultaneously killing the film’s only
redeemable character with wanton disregard.
Yes, I found it odd that they saw carpe diem as having an affair and selling plants...
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