Even the most mediocre films can have some moments of pure delight, and Cloud Atlas actually has a few of them, even if it doesn't hold together as a whole.
Maybe the entire movie doesn't reach the kind of transcendent fission it is clearly shooting for, but this plea for help from the bloody English is just pure joy, while also saying something about class, and injustice, and community, and still gives you a rogue tooth falling into your beer.
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