Elysium

Class warfare takes on a whole new meaning in Matt Damon's new science fiction flick Elysium.
The story is set in 2154 on a dystopian and downtrodden Earth that has been neglected for decades.
There appears to be near anarchy on the planet's surface, with a large percentage of the population either former prisoners or too sick to work.
But high above the planet, Elysium is where everyone on Earth dreams of going, much the same way as kids want to go to the moon, or a literal adaptation of shooting for the stars.
Elysium is a space station, home to the "haves" who exist in a world of privileged plenty without disease or war.
Damon's character Max De Costa is fatally exposed to radiation in a work accident on Earth. His only hope is to go to Elysium where technology can cure him.
The gap between the upper and lower classes is physically represented by Elysium being out of reach of the common man or woman, but it is not the only social issue director Neil Blomkamp tackles.
Asylum seekers and illegal immigrants are targeted by Elysium's secretary of defence Jessica Delacourt (Jodie Foster) for destruction as they attempt to land on Elysium in a spacecraft.
Elysium is a well-crafted film which forces you to think a bit more about the way society works and your own place in it.
It is not a mindless action or comedy where you go simply to be entertained by explosions for the duration - is it 109 minutes of deeply engaging, multilingual cinema that is highly recommended.
With all that said, however, Elysium feels as if there is something missing.
It could be the plot direction or the strange performance of Sharlto Copley as Kruger, an unbalanced mercenary with a mission to capture and kill Da Costa.
Whatever it is, I can't quite put my finger on it - which could be exactly how we're supposed to feel.
Touché  Mr Blomkamp, touché.