Unsettling. A horror movie of sorts with no jump scares, just unease. You're always waiting in fear and left waiting. The moments of great humor are even off-putting. Like a smiley face found in a bloody nose's drippings. A movie that you'll remember like a mosquito that bit you on your way to your own dark basement. Smart yes, a point... perhaps. What you glean from conversations and inner dialog about movies, musicals, commercials, time passing, perspective, and poems will leave you closer to your own meaning of this movie. Was it real, is it currently real, who's reality is it, and do they think like us or them? is there a reality created in and by remembering, misremembering, and hoping for a better life. Is there a whole real life that takes place in imagining want could have been from a missed opportunity. Are those people real, to you at least? Is that enough for a full and happy life? Are we just programmed so that we are fine with being dead frozen lambs that could have what? Lived long enough to be slaughtered and had our purpose fulfilled at your family's first meeting of a missed opportunity? Not fulfilling your life programing leaves too much to imagine, too much to corrupt with falsehoods, too much too long for. Perhaps, a brave and sacrificial death could be remembered by at least the one person that would have loved you enough that you could've achieved everything that you should have. Are you born to succeed or do you work hard to and does that carry more weight? What if Michael Jordan never practiced would he be an even stronger character to admire and to make movies about. If you failed, would your memories even matter to be seen and shared? Would they be twisted and corrupted by hope and failings? I think I saw that story and it made me worry about how my story and my thoughts would be shown. I wish she was real for him. I wish an old man could have had a chance with her. I wish that she wasn't corrupted with his insecurities. I wish she wasn't thinking of ending things.