most of the run time you don't know if he's defending child abduction/pedophila or not
Preserve the hope of the past and share their stories to prevent the atrocities of the future.
Cloud Atlas the way of Brecht until it splits off in its second half. Dense but not impenetrable. Reveals itself in the elliptical nature of repetition. Rambly, but in the sense of a man who knows this is his final word and is begging you to listen. Doesn’t even stop throughout the credits. Deliberately seeks to reach jaded cinephiles with its message. Time travel the way of cinema.