Justin Timberlake's slick sci-fi tale portrays the rich as evil—even as it covets their wealth
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In Time wants to be a critique of capitalism. Instead, it ends up an unintentionally searing satire of America's utter inability to critique capitalism. The tagline should be, "Occupy Wall Street ... enjoy the luxury suites."
The film's central metaphor is so sublimely obvious it feels like it's been stolen from a forgotten Star Trek script. In the future, time has replaced money. Everyone stops aging at 25; after that, you get one year in the bank and then you have to earn every second of your life or you die. People have glowing green counters in their arms (called "watches") which count down the lifespan they have left; scanners debit them a few minutes for a cup of coffee or pay them in time for factory work. The wealthy hoard millennia; everybody else, including our hero Will Salas (Justin Timberlake), scrambles as fast as they can after the elusive seconds they need to keep from dying in the street.
The genius of it, of course, is that money is actually life. Money—beautifully fungible money—is food and medical care and living somewhere other than where they dump the toxic chemicals. When a bus driver refuses to give Will's mother Rachael (Olivia Wilde) a break on her fare, and as a result she and literally dies in the street a split second before Will can lend her some time, it's hyperbolic Hollywood melodrama, but it's not a lie. But people do in fact die in the street from lack of money and indifference. The movie deserves at least some props for noticing that.
Unfortunately, having noticed, In Time backs away nervously, checks its watch, and scuttles quickly back to the safety of Hollywood tropes. Not that it really ventured that far away from them to begin with, of course. While Olivia does die of poverty at the age of 50, for example, she leaves a slim, movie-star hot 25-year-old corpse. This, needless to say, is not generally how the poor go out. But if Hollywood is going to show you the huddled masses, it's going to be a huddled masses which collectively are hot and beautiful and 25. Though, to be fair, someone may have realized that they needed a lot of eye candy to cover up the indifferent acting and gaping plot holes.
Having the poor all look like a million bucks is telling. The film, like most films, isn't so much concerned with feeling the plight of the proles as it is with envying their betters. The movie is set in motion when Will encounters Henry Hamilton (Matt Bomer) a slumming rich guy who is tired of living. He gives Will a century of life, and, having won the lotto, the protagonist hurries out of the squalid slums and on into upward mobility. Will looks good in a tux, is a wiz at poker, and completes the transformation into James Bond by suavely wowing Sylvia (Amanda Seyfried), the daughter of a banker with the inevitably Jewish name of Weis. Uptown girl Sylvia, it turns out, is "suffocated" by her protective father and his money. She needs a downtown man to help her learn the joys of skinny dipping and shooting people.