This is an entire film that gives the impression of having been generated by an after-midnight conversation had by two undergrads after getting high and watching The Matrix, except that every syllable is uttered as if it is conveying something of universe-altering importance. The lead 'actor' breathes through his mouth, and darts his eyes back and forth a lot; the guy playing the professor delivers every line as if it had been written by Aeschylus, and every few minutes the story stops dead so a character can deliver yet another interminable lecture on string theory, or procedural generation, or whatever buzzterm gave the screenwriters a thrill that day. Somewhere along the way, the filmmakers forgot they were creating a story about actual human beings with emotions and souls. An insufferable waste of time.
Review of The Mandela Effect
