Where the hell am I?

Rating: 5/10 (10 August 2015)

Granted, I do not appear in the movie, but at some level I should be able to connect with someone in the movie and from there feel my way to the end. This did not happen anywhere.
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The human female population of the world is infertile. The world is upset about it in a very cliché mid-life crisis sort of way where we want to break up with everybody and have our own way. The imperial powers are locking down their playgrounds and the armed body politic is guarding the gates. Countries on the periphery seem to be evacuating causing the imperial powers to create a refugee crisis. As told and depicted, none of this makes sense, and not because human violence of this sort is nonsensical, but because there is no pattern, method, hook, or plot line to examine and go along with.
Where the hell are we?
We are in Britain. This is true.
We are in a year where the youngest child is no longer a child both in the sense of being a grown-up and in the sense of being dead.
We are in a political climate where the government is repressing non- Britains.
We are on a journey to move a pregnant woman through Britain to meet a clandestine group who might be associated with Greenpeace.
We are in a rush, but in a way that never feels rushed.
We have a baby.
We walk with the baby amongst reverent onlookers.
We escape.
All of this is somehow connected. Really, most definitely connected, but we are never connected to it. We might as well be watching an embedded reporter's war footage every half-hour and on the hour.
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There are some neat cinematic decisions. All of the footage is interesting and well put together but does little to redeem the film.