A stranger darkly-comic satire than The Island will not come your way this year and maybe ever. Like an amalgam of Lord of the Flies and The Tempest, it is uncompromising about humanity's ability to screw each other over given a chance to attain power at others' expense.
As the formula would have it, a group of co-workers is stranded on an island after a cataclysmic storm seems to lay waste to the world. Faced with the daunting task of setting up a new world, they experience every form of survival strategy, mostly of a capitalist kind (lending, stealing, hoarding, bartering, etc). most of the time it is not pretty.
Lurking in the wings is Love, the great pacifier, and after scores of days, they seem to get its importance, not only for their mental health, but also for creating heirs should the world have been devastated. Getting to harmony is as difficult for these islanders as it is for those stranded in life.
Speaking of which, and argument and a strategy take place as they struggle what is real and what is fake in their new culture. The audience will take only a split second to make the connection with today's stranded politicians who excoriate "fake news" while they make it.
Although The Island's first part is a slog through hysterics and fast subtitles, the second part settles nicely into satisfactory allegory about the human condition. This little film will never do the business the much slicker and more class-conscious Crazy Rich Asians does; yet, it has its own charms about life as we commoners experience it.
Suffice it to say, we need to see more of these entertaining and culturally rich films because I think Asians are here to stay in our lives.
