One of those variations on a theme of life being a ticking clock, or more strictly, of time being money. In this movie everyone by default stops aging at age 25, then only lives one more year. Money is one way to buy extra time, so the rich can live forever.
Justin Timberlake is from the working class, living a life that's driven by the time it takes to earn the credits, hours and minutes of life.
This felt antiseptic, like Gattaca from the same director, but not as good. It feels like real life that's stripped clean of much of what makes it satisfying.
Add to that the annoying plot lapses: In a film that has everyone relying on the seconds they accrue or spend, how stupid to have a scene where someone says "Come on, I only have 11 hours remaining on my clock", then spend ten minutes in a scene after which they're asked how long they've got left, only to answer "nine hours fifteen minutes". Pointless.
All in all, a waste of precious time.
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