Set in a world with memory implants, Robin Williams plays a cutter, someone with the power of final edit over people's recorded histories. His latest assignment is one that puts him in danger.
We live in movies. Our memories roll across reels of film. The spotlight shines over us. Where we have been, what we have done, and where it all ends is portrayed for all to see. The story of our lives is no longer written but filmed, so that when we are no longer here, nobody will forget us. And our lives will stay forever frozen in time.
What if we could record our own life? What if the trials that we faced could be watched over and over again? What if our secrets never died? How would we want to be remembered? Would we want them to see the hero or know the villain? What memories would be cut away?
If we could capture every moment of our life, should we? Stories of those before us now sleep in books. The trials of history are lessons taught, historic movies made, and its message is to never repeat past mistakes. Galleries of photographs capture loved ones and friends, and no matter how many years pass, they will still remain with us. So, why not take the next step and record every moment that we live?
As Beethoven and Mozart are to music, one man is life’s composer. With skilled hands, he weaves moments of time together, portraying people in all their glory. With the flick of the wrist, their darkest moments, their darker side is erased. All that remains is a perfect portrait of the one that died, and all evidence of their true selves remains only with him.
For this composer, life is simply an orchestra. Yet, his own past continues to haunt him. His desire for love leads him to a woman that he discovered during one of his compositions. His colleagues are the only friends he keeps, but he keeps them at a distance. And life goes on.
During one of his compositions, he stumbles across a clue to his past. A man in the crowd holds all the answers that he seeks. Forgetting all the rules that he must follow, he begins the search to know what has escaped his mind. He begins to question, “Did he really kill him?”
Sometimes, it is best to leave the past alone. Once we start digging, we come across discoveries better left buried. The fabric of our lives starts to tear open, and everything begins to fall apart. And the search for answers could lead to the end of the road.
Final Cut is a powerful movie that questions whether or not to carry the ability to record every moment we live. If we are able to save the moments of our life, do we then place them in the hands of strangers, entrusting them with our legacy? If we can’t go back in time, do we risk rewinding our life to the moment that haunts us still? Do we accept with open arms this ability to keep us alive after we are gone, or do we rebel? The symphony of our life is playing, but do we command the orchestra? Or will we leave our composition in the hands of men like the one portrayed by a brilliant actor, Robin Williams? In our search for immortality, there are questions raised and questions that should never be answered.