If Philip K Dick had remixed Annie Hall, he might’ve produced something like Michel Gondry’s philosophical romance, the properly smart, sad, surreal peak of the ’00s amnesia pics (Memento, Bourne…).
The plot loops around the idea of ex-lovers wiping memories of their wrecked relationship, but a dazzlingly dialled-down Jim Carrey and a dazzlingly dazzling Kate Winslet bring emotional clarity
to this art-skewed head-fuck with a Hollywood heart.
