The Science of Sleep (2006)

I can't say I was at all disappointed.  In fact, I was enthralled.  My positive response toward the film may have had a lot to do with my watching it to wake me up slowly on a Sunday morning, and because I really needed a surrealist antidote to two straight days of unrelenting rah-rah about learning business via boot camp and forced social networking.

Is it really a problem that we don't know if any of what we're watching is "real" or in Stephane's head?  Were those people who took issue with that also mad when we found out Keyser Soze made the whole movie up?

It's weird how much your response to a movie must depend on your mood going into it.  I used to watch movies that really caught my fancy over and over (ah, eighth grade: waking up to ten-minute chunks of <i>Reservoir Dogs</i>), but now that I know there's so much good cinema out there, I almost never buy because I don't feel like I have time to watch anything more than once.  Whereas they used to be familiar  and comforting companions, more and more they are seeming like passing acquaintances.