21 Grams (2003), is a tale of the intersection of strangers’ lives, by Alejandro González Iñárritu. In structure, it is similar to his later film Babel, although in this film, the story does not follow a linear path forward through time. The actors are great, but I did not find it credible or compelling.
The film left me wondering…is Iñárritu a Darwinian ironist of some sort? Mr nice-guy architect, married to Naomi Watts, is run over and killed with his two young daughters by del Toro, who is shown above suffering in mental hell for his sins. Sean Penn, a self-centered jerk, gets Mr. Nice-guy’s heart as a transplant, and ends up “staying in his house and fucking his wife,” i.e Watts, widow of dead Mr. Nice-guy: her words. And in the end, Watts is pregnant again, and Penn’s estranged wife is going to get pregnant by artificial insemination with Penn’s sperm.
So Mr. Nice-guy is dead and gone, along with his biological progeny, while Penn’s character, also dead, lives on in the form of two children to be born with his genetic legacy.
Nice guys do finish last.