The film revolves around Maria, who is a successful business manager. Maria is still struggling to achieve her greatest wish in her life, which is to have a child. One day, Maria decided to take care of the issue herself and embark on a desperate journey in her life.
Without humanity, without intelligence, "The 11th Hour" becomes a highlight reel of superficial suffering that comes dangerously close to mocking real-world horror.
I like when sad movies have a point, but The 11th Hour is more like a self-loathing emo in high school who writes over-the-top depressing poetry for attention.
By the time the film empties its inventory of shock tactics and reaches its (too calculated) ambiguous conclusion, we're not sure if Maria deserves better, but it's pretty clear that Basinger does.
I found this a less-than-fulfilling cinematic experience. But I have to give Morgenthaler credit for what we used to call "moxie"-whatever the hell he's doing, or thinks he's doing, he's fully committed to it ...
