A moodpiece. Lonely man on the moon, fulfilling a 3 year contract, suddenly finds his own clone.. and realises he himself is a clone.
It can't be helped that there are strong reminders of "Do Androids Dream Of Electronic Sheep?" and the like. Is man more than the sum of his memories? This film does not provide an answer. One could argue that, since one of the clones manages to destroy the blocking antennae and escape in a pod to Earth, he is.
But he merely responds to new information, so one could argue that, still, man is nothing more, but.
Music: Clint Mansell. Obviously, it was perfect. Kevin Spacey as the robot. Good voice.
I realised you need reoccurring scenes to establish routine first, only to show something is different later.
To me, the film wasn't too much about existentialism, though there are definitely anchors and pointers to fire up a discussion, it was a classical moodpiece with unity of time, place and character.
A film to ponder about when you walk out of the cinema, to relish its feeling, its mood.
