Cloud Atlas

Synopsis: Everything is connected: an 1849 diary of an ocean voyage across the Pacific; letters from a composer to his lover; a thriller about a conspiracy at a nuclear power plant; a farce about a publisher in a nursing home; a rebellious clone in futuristic Korea; and the tale of a tribe living on post-apocalyptic Hawaii far in the future.
Genre: Action, Drama, Mystery
Production: Warner Bros. Pictures
  Nominated for 1 Golden Globe. Another 16 wins & 75 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
172 min

Lornsome night.

An' babbits bawlin', wind bitin' the bone.

Wind like this...

full of voices.

It's the ancestry howlin' at ya;

yibberin' stories.

All voices... tied up into one.

One voice different...

One voice

whisperin' out there; spyin' from 'he dark.

That fangy devil,

Old Georgie hisself.

Now you hear up close

and I'll yarn you about the first time we met

eye to eye.

And thus it was that I made the acquaintance

of Dr. Henry Goose,

the man I hoped might cure me of my affliction.

Have you lost something?

Question one:

What secret in Sixsmith's report

would be worth killing for?

Question two:

Is it reasonable to believe that they would

kill again to protect that secret?

And if so, question three:

What the f*** am I doing here?

While my extensive experience as an editor

has led me to a disdain for flashbacks

and flash forwards and all such tricksy gimmicks,

I believe that if you, dear reader,

can extend your patience for just a moment,

you will find there is a method to this tale of madness.

My dearest Sixsmith,

I shot myself through the roof

of my mouth this morning,

with Vyvyan Ayrs' Luger.

A true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty.

People pontificate "suicide is a coward's act".

Couldn't be further from the truth.

Suicide takes tremendous courage.

Any problem, sir, you just hit this button.

Thank you.

On behalf of my Ministry and the future of Unanimity,

I would like to thank you for this final interview.

- Hello.

- Press pass.

Expecting trouble?

I was Dermot Hoggins' publisher,

not his shrink or his astrologer

and the ruddy, bloody truth is,

I had no idea what the man was gonna do that night.

This beach was once a cannibal's banqueting hall,

where the strong gorged on the weak,

but the teeth, sir, they spat out,

like you or I would expel a cherry stone.

Do you know the price a quarter pound of these will earn?

Remember this is not an interrogation or a trial.

Your version of the truth is all that matters.

Truth is singular.

Its "versions" are... mistruths.

Don't let them say I killed myself for love.

Had my infatuations, but we both know in our hearts

who is the sole love of my short, bright life.


[The Pacific Islands, the year 1849]

There you are, Mr. Ewing.

As binding a covenant there can ever be between men...

outside the province of Scripture.

Thank you, Reverend Horrox, I...

know my father-in-law is profoundly excited about this deal.

Haskell Moore is a great man.

Future generations depend on men like him;

men capable of speaking the truth.


When I first encountered Haskell Moore's writing,

its perspicuity struck me as though delivered

through divine revelation.

The learned doctor here and I have

already spent many a night debating Mr. Moore's tractus.

I'm only willing to concede that he makes a compelling case

as to why we are sitting here, enjoying this divine lamb,

while Kupaka stands there, content to serve.

Indeed. Uh, Kupaka...

you enjoy your life, here with us, do you not?

Oh yes, Reverend, sir.

Kupaka very happy here.

You see, you see? This is Moore's ladder of civilization.

The reason behind this natural order...

Please, Giles, do shut up.

I've been listening to this for weeks, I...

would love to know what his own son-in-law

has to say about it.

Oh... well let's see... ah,

it is an inquiry concerning God's will and the nature of men.

And what does he have to say about the nature of women?

I'm afraid that's a subject he prefers to pass by in silence.

He wouldn't be the first.

Uh, pray, Mr. Ewing, continue.

Well, uh... you know, the question he does pose is...

if God created the world, how do we know

what things we can change

and what things must remain sacred and inviolable?

Reverend Horrox is specific how to run plantation.

Georgian way best way he say.

God, this heat is unbearable. How do they take it?

Reverend Horrox say,

slaves like camel, bred for desert.

He say... they not feel heat like civilized folk.

Now we should get you out of the sun.

Now what... what is that noise?

- Hup, there you are.

- What happened?

It is as I suspected. Gusano Coco Cervello,

better known as the Polynesian worm.

Once saw a man's brain after the worm

had finished with him.

Maggoty cauliflower. Ooph.

But have no fear, this particular devil

and I are well acquainted.

Here we go.

Ah, yes, yes. All gone.

I... I, I don't know what I would have done

had our paths not crossed.

Well, for starters, you would have died.

I... I shall find a way to repay you.

Oh, unnecessary, I assure you. I am a doctor, Adam.

A tiger cannot change its stripes.

[Cambridge, the year 1936]

Sixsmith, I do hope you will be able to

find it in your heart to forgive me.

Mr. Frobisher?

Mr. Robert Frobisher!

The management would like a word with you, please sir.

Mr. Frobisher, open this door, please!

We do know you're in there, Mr. Frobisher. Please, comply.

A letter is being drafted to your father, sir.

Mr. Frobisher!

Hated leaving you like that.

Wasn't the goodbye I had in mind.

By the time you read this, I will be on my way to Edinburgh;

on my way to fame and fortune.

I know you haven't heard of him, but trust me,

Vyvyan Ayrs is one of the musical greats, Sixsmith.

The tragedy is that he hasn't produced any new work

in years due to illness.

My scheme is to persuade him to hire me

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David Mitchell

David Stephen Mitchell is an English novelist and screenwriter. He has written nine novels, two of which, number9dream and Cloud Atlas, were shortlisted for the Booker Prize. more…

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