Needlessly slight but glad it exists. An example of the kind of choice that keeps it from being great: After her new paramour suggests she listen to “Your Best American Girl,” two scenes later (really? she waited a couple days?) Sam watches Mitski perform it live on World Cafe, which comes with a host of associations: NPR, white, middle-aged, trying-to-keep-up-with-the-kids. That same scene plays differently—and much bolder—if she watches Zia Anger’s video for the song, which does so much visually…

Second viewing confirms this is among the handful of films I'd consider my all-time favorites. Everything I want in a film is here. (Well, I could use a chase scene with a car explosion, I guess.)

What's the movie about? It's about an hour and forty-five minutes.

An hour and forty-five minutes of dizzying, glorious, beautiful starts and stops, ideas and emotions, reality and fiction, truth and lies, beauty and deceit. AK demands our attention, but doesn't mind if we…

Aaron Sorkin demands that at each moment you recognize exactly how intelligent he is. Every turn of phrase, overlapped sentence, and twist in the argument screams to be heard as written by Aaron Sorkin. The obvious problem with wanting people to know just how intelligent you are is that people will find out just how intelligent you are. One surmises that everything Sorkin has contemplated in relation to technology, online/offline, class, social hierarchies, elitism is right there in the script,…