Quick, when I throw out the name Keith David, what's your first thought? Him casting a suspicious glance towards Kurt Russell in The Thing? The fistfight with Rowdy Roddy Piper in They Live? Face it, the guy's been around.
David Mitchell, author of Cloud Atlas, is apparently happy with how the movie turned out. He should be. The movie -- faithful in spirit but unfaithful in many details -- does something I would have sworn was impossible: it soars like the book.
It is a visually glorious and occasionally powerful achievement that, if possible, should be seen in its IMAX format. To use a cliche suited to the film, Cloud Atlas reaches for the moon yet ends up in the stars. But what beautiful stars they are.