One man ascends to the heavens. Another descends into ash. Both are free. Gattaca - A Experiência Genética is not a film about the future. It is a film about the present that we are too distracted to see. It is a eulogy for imperfection, a love letter to stubbornness, and the most haunting argument against biological fascism ever committed to celluloid.
He has beaten the system. Not by being genetically superior, but by being willing to drown. GATTACA - A EXPERIENCIA GENETICA
Vincent Freeman (Ethan Hawke) is one of the latter. Born with a predicted lifespan of 30.2 years, a heart condition, and a high probability of neurological disorders, he is immediately relegated to menial work. His destiny was written in a petri dish. One man ascends to the heavens
Gattaca asks: If we scrub the roulette wheel of birth clean of risk, do we also scrub it clean of art, of surprise, of the incalculable spark that makes a Vincent Freeman beat a Jerome Morrow? The Final Scene: No Handicaps In the film’s transcendent finale, Vincent finally boards the rocket to Titan. As the countdown ends, he turns to Irene and says, “They’re gonna send me up now. You want to know how I did it? This is how I did it, Irene: I never saved anything for the swim back.” Gattaca - A Experiência Genética is not a
★★★★★ (Essential Viewing) "They used to say that a child conceived in love has a greater chance of happiness. They don't say that anymore."
The film’s genius is its quiet terror. There are no black-clad stormtroopers. No thought police. No walls. The oppression of Gattaca is voluntary. Parents choose to edit their children because they love them. Employers choose to screen applicants because it’s efficient. Society chooses to worship the genome because it promises to eliminate suffering.