As my friends were losing their goddamned minds for this movie at Sundance and SXSW, I deliberately skipped it at both events, since I knew it was part of the spring slate at my local movie house.

Even though I was subjected to all manner of hype, I'm glad I waited, 'cause this was a pretty unique event - one of those things that makes me breathlessly grateful beyond words that I live in New York City.
Now, the movie? I was actually prepared to hate it. Usually any movie that elicits any "uh that made no sense" response from the masses is something I tend not to die for. I've been a little better with that lately - Holy Motors being one super notable example of a head-scratcher that I loved. Well, I'll go ahead and put this one in that same category.
It tells first of all a very strange story - and it tells it in a very unconventional and definitely artsy way. Combine those factors and I guess you'll alienate some. But, it was too gorgeous and moving to dismiss on account of its weirdness.
I also enjoyed that I thought I was totally following the very splintered story, and was also certain it was all metaphor, start to finish. Then during the Q&A afterwards, turns out nope - totally literal. Well, that's fine! I will still think about my own hypothetical meanings. I guess you can do that with art.
It was not like anything else I had seen before. I am sort of dying to see it a second time.
The Q&A was fun. I was a little too deep in my own head trying to parse what I'd just seen to really pay close attention, but I enjoyed the rapport that Soderbergh and Carruth had. A few of the questions asked were purely for comedic value - such as "are you the outdoorsy type?" and "this movie has no cats in it. What's up with that?"
Good stuff. Thanks, IFC Center.