Feels like a prequel/dream sequence/twin shadow to All Of Us Strangers however I may just be fever dreaming bc Paul Mescal is so good at embodying the slow melancholic trudge into the unspeakable Brea Tar Pit depths of depression in both films. Mescal is heartbreaking to witness as he finely quietly embroiders the nuanced quilt of sad ~being~
Narrative has a pleasant frozen quality that we eventually discover is acting as a digital memorial. Scenes are framed as upbeat despite impinging tragic outcomes; this is the tension that keeps the loose plotline from becoming too ambient or glommy in nostalgia.
