If we don't remember ever going to sleep. Then, if we go to sleep now, we won't remember anything when we wake up.
Embers is a film that is dragged down by the crudity of its performances. There are certainly tender and genuinely touching moments between these child-like perpetual amnesiacs, however I couldn't help but find myself left at arm's length through the film's brisk 85 minute runtime.
Embers envisions a post-apocalyptic world in which its protagonists aren't just stripped of the material, but they are also stripped of their memory and identity. And, it is in this conceit that the film asks its most interesting questions. Is love innate? Do we understand sadism as an intrinsic human quality? Would…