My first thought when watching the movie (at the local independent theater with crappy audio, unfortunately) was, “Wonder what TH is saying about this?”

I was set up mentally to expect exactly what this is, and thus to not like it, so I went in properly prepared. As frustrated as the arthouse editing could be, there’s no escaping that this movie got under my skin, and still haunts me enough to want to see it again.

That said, almost NOBODY, including you, Taylor, is mentioning the odd bits that don’t seem to fit into the general narrative:

The 911 call about Kevin falling down the stairs;

The mother sitting on the bed;

The 576 days;

The goldanged Legos;

and a few more I can’t remember. It’s one thing to be abstract and to leave crazy, even contradictory clues, but it’s quite another thing to just string a bunch of unrelated things together and call them a movie. That’s sloppy and lazy, imo.

Thanks for being here,

Alan

The mother