I cried ten minutes into this—the realisation of what Mickey's role on this new planet truly meant broke me. To be seen as fodder, to be seen as disposable, to be seen as a photocopy, to be reduced to a glorified Petri dish, my god that hurt.
But within that bleak analogy of capitalism sits a love story about a woman who has loved every version of one man; the clingy, the confused, the complacent, the bat shit crazy, she…