I'd never heard of Kazuo Ishiguro's novel, let alone read it. But if I had read the book, I almost certainly wouldn't have wasted nearly two hours mind-numbingly bored by watching the movie.
The children we follow as they grow up are clones - or in the film's parlance, "modeled on" people who want to keep the living, breathing spare parts around for when they might need them.
Knowing their status placed them in a very miserable position, and they did nothing during the film - nor presumably the book, to lighten things one bit. They know their days are numbered, and in one or more "episodes" they will be operated upon and farmed for their organs.
If they had only done something about their situation - Pavey suggested they track down their models, and kill them. I, much more lovingly, suggested they hightail it to Montevideo, or somewhere else no-one can place on a map.
Either way this was a dreadful experience, for the clones and us poor viewers.
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