The review

The war in the northern hemisphere is finished because the northern hemisphere is finished, and the wind is bringing the same end south. An American submarine docks in Australia. People pair off, hold a last race, look for a nonsense signal, and decide whether to wait for the sickness. I will not call it a great film about policy. The policy is already over. It is a film about manners at the end of the world, and manners are not nothing when there is nothing left to achieve.

Adults. Not a thriller, and a child does not need the premise. Ask which choice in the last weeks was still a way of loving a particular person, and which was a way of not feeling it. The film is gentler than the fact, and the gentleness is a choice you may argue with. The argument is worth the evening. The decade made a great many pictures about the bomb as a joke or a gadget. This one sits in the chair and waits.