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KriscoSlice’s review published on Letterboxd:
This review may contain spoilers.
I have never watched a film that varies so greatly with my respect for the art versus my actual enjoyment of the viewing.
The movie begins in a malaise and only gets more unpleasant from there. Once little flickers of a questionable reality arise, things start to get compelling, but then those flickers of confusion start to rage out of control at an increasingly alarming rate and the experience becomes dizzying. Perhaps this particular viewing bordered on agonizing because of headaches I'm having while adjusting to the wildfire smoke in my area, but the outcome was somewhat disorienting.
I'm not sure I've ever been so unpleasantly affected by a film, but I think that speaks to the genius of Charlie Kaufmann. At first it's a little unclear what's going on, but then it becomes apparent that his intentions are most likely to portray a narrative as experienced and recounted through the lens of dementia. I think he would have missed the mark if we felt comfortable while in it. Twenty-four hours after viewing it, I can honestly say that I'm now glad I made it through and actually feel for those who have to suffer through dementia on an even greater scale. I may have been anxiously counting down the minutes, waiting for this movie to end, but if it can have me walking away with a little more empathy, all the respect in the world to it.