"For someone who was never meant for this world, I must confess I'm suddenly having a hard time leaving it. Of course, they say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe I'm not leaving... maybe I'm going home."
Gattaca, in my opinion, was one of the best commercially oriented films of recent times (I guess by 'commercially oriented' I mean that I'm not comparing it with some of my favorite art-house - or whatever you want to call them - films). From its tight, compelling narrative, to its relatively restrained handling of the subject matter, Gattaca never ceases to grab me.
Sometimes, when Vincent, alias Jerome Morrow, is taking off on his mission to Titan I secretly wish that I could be on that flight as well. I wish that I was blasting away from this world with all its hatred and troubles. Heading towards the reassuring unknown from which we came.
Other times, when feeling less somber, I figure I'd settle for looking like Jude Law. A shallow, indulgent fantasy, I know, but looking like what must be one of the best looking men alive serves as a temporary consolation for not making it to the stars.