What you must enjoy in this film is the art of pacing. There are other pleasures to be had (Paul Giamatti's comic timing, Dickon Hinchliffe's floating score, Andrij Parekh's dreamy cinematography), but none surpasses the film's elegant and exquisitely casual pace. It moves at just the right speed for the kind of fantastic story it has to tell: An actor puts his soul into storage so that he can feel less internal conflict. The best moment: Giamatti smoking on a balcony as the sun sets on New York City. (Full disclosure: I once helped develop a script for Giamatti's production company. The project is still up in the air.) (See Movie Times: thestranger.com/film
.) by Charles Mudede




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