There’s a point in this film where Kimberly gazes upon a painting, yearning for life to give her the same lack of restriction as that very painting. How it’s fixed onto a canvas, stuck in time, whereas life concludes.
The choice of making this film non-linear strips this story from having a clear beginning, middle and end. No matter how many times you rearrange the scenes, nothing about this narrative would change. It simply just exists in time.
Exactly like a painting.
