I have always been fascinated by how little a person may actually need to feel truly happy.
We take Earth for granted: the sea, the trees, the sky, the ability to love, to form friendships, simply to be close to other people. I wanted to take all of this away from my characters and explore how precious the simplest things become when someone experiences them for the first time.
For me, Man on Earth is not a film about the future or about space. It is a story about a person who is given the chance to truly live for the first time. He discovers friendship and love, sees the Earth he has always dreamed of, and ultimately becomes willing to give his own life so that others may have a chance to return.
I wanted to tell a story about happiness that is not measured by the number of years we live, but by what we fill those years with. And about a person whose life may have been short, but who leaves it happy because he finally found his place on Earth.
The year is 2057. After a nuclear war leaves Earth uninhabitable, the Rosius space station becomes the last refuge for 1,500 survivors.
When the station’s life-support systems begin to fail, humanity once again faces extinction. Their only chance of survival is to find out whether returning to Earth is possible.
Three volunteers are sent back to the planet humanity once fled, not knowing what awaits them on the surface — or whether humans will ever be able to call Earth home again