He develops a single cover identity - “Karen Settman” - that each sister takes on when allowed out of the apartment on the one day of the week corresponding to her name. But why wouldn’t they have faith in Nicolette Cayman (Glenn Close), the program’s zealous director? Her shellacked hairdo and retinue of Aryan thugs alone simply scream “trustworthy.”įor reasons never very clear (a proviso that could preface any given line of plot description here), Willem Dafoe’s Terrence Settman decides to circumvent the Child Allocation Act and hide his seven granddaughters away.
Nobody seems to notice that this cost-prohibitive cryo-program sounds a lot like a parent’s transparent assurance that Bingo the family dog has gone to live on a nice farm that no, you can never, ever visit. And so governments have instigated a draconian one-child policy by which any additional siblings born will be forcibly cryogenically frozen until an unspecified future date when everything will be copacetic.
It is the Near Future and grievous overpopulation has led to overreliance on GM crops which cause abnormally high instances of multiple births. However, in the hands of Wirkola (“Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters”), as well as star Noomi Rapace in her multiple turn as septuplets named for the days of the week (yes, “Monday” is a person here), it attains such a level of lurid brainlessness that cult reappraisal may happen at some point, after a decent interval of sober reflection has passed. There is no strobe lighting in Tommy Wirkola’s sci-fi film, which debuts soon on Netflix, but epileptics triggered by rhythmic, dazzling flashes of blinding stupidity should consider themselves warned away from “What Happened to Monday.” Max Botkin’s original script for this preposterous dystopian tale landed on the 2010 Black List, underwent a gender swap, a title change and a rewrite by Kerry Williamson, to end up so rife with plot holes it feels macraméed rather than written.
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