Andrew Haighโ€™s agnostically, achingly spiritual โ€œAll of Us Strangersโ€ opens at dawn on a low-lying urban plane โ€“ a sliver of material reality underneath layer upon layer of celestial mystery. Other than a more expressive color-grade, the establishing shot isnโ€™t initially dissimilar from that of โ€œWeekend,โ€ Haighโ€™s 2011 breakout feature. Rather than merely ground us in the storyโ€™s setting, however, the impossibly wide vista becomes by the rising sunโ€™s light a close-up that slowly reveals Andrew Scottโ€™s weary, haunted face behind a window until it fills the screen and omnipresently looms over the London skyline. Our protagonist will, several more times, be framed to look like a ghost hovering above the city, trapped between dimensions. Or perhaps one who, commensurate to the enormity of his grief, encompasses each.

Adrift ever since his mother (Claire Foy) and father (Jamie Bell) died when he was eleven years old, Adam (Scott) lives alone and quiets, with television and comfort food, any desire he might have for a future heโ€™s long ago convinced himself doesnโ€™t matter. As the possibility arises of an intimate connection with Harry (Paul Mescal), a similarly lonely neighbor, Adam reunites with his parents by way of metaphysical phenomenon and/or schizophrenic breakdown, finding them and their home unchanged from his memories (youโ€™ll notice that the walls of his childhood bedroom are covered in clouds).

The nature of their meeting is mostly irrelevant to the filmโ€™s aims (at least until the third act). As opposed to the studio-backed, A-lister-headlined treatment of this material, โ€œAll of Us Strangersโ€ poses no mystery for Adam to solve or series of tasks he must carry out in order for his parents to โ€œcross over.โ€ This is a quiet, contemplative film that, for the better part of its runtime, eschews melodrama in favor of piercingly honest dialogue. Adamโ€™s sexuality is an integral part of the story, and the way the movie handles his coming out to parents who never met him as an adult is highly emotional but rarely maudlin.

Thereโ€™s a frank beauty to a conversation between Adam and his father, who confesses that he withheld affection for fear of realizing that, were they schoolmates, he too wouldโ€™ve tormented his son. If anything from Haighโ€™s other projects carries over into this one, itโ€™s the humanist writer-directorโ€™s patient depiction of imperfect people.

Even when the screenplay, loosely adapted from Taichi Yamadaโ€™s 1987 novel โ€œStrangers,โ€ veers dangerously close to becoming an H&M ad for existential despair, Haighโ€™s direction remains thoughtful. The film both contains bold lighting choices and uses light as a visual motif. Thereโ€™s the aforementioned opening shot of a sunrise that changes the image weโ€™re seeing as if to tease the divine, ephemeral folds we cannot perceive in the fabric of our existence โ€“ save for a chance grouping of light waves, the dissipation of which Haigh puts to variable use (a couple of these moments bend toward horror).

Adam and Harry embrace in front of a nightclub projector on their first romantic outing (โ€œYou and me, together, into the worldโ€); while apparitions of Adamโ€™s mother and father slowly dance to a record, heโ€™s framed between them like a beam of light, crystallized by memory, pain, longing, or creative inspiration, projecting them into the world just as the sun outlines a city against the morning horizon, or a story flickers to life on a movie screen. Other striking compositions include a low-angle shot of Adamโ€™s father beneath a sky from which heโ€™s blocked by a ceiling made of transparent glass and metal beams, a choice that recalls the steely exterior of Adamโ€™s purgatorial apartment block.

Nearing its conclusion, the movie structurally liquefies into a fever dream. Ironically, this stretch also lends itself to literal interpretation, suddenly demanding a logic that hadnโ€™t been imperative for engagement with the first eighty or so non-ketamine-fueled minutes. The third act may provide a hook for those expecting a supernatural thriller but does little to advance the film thematically.


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Some reviewers have validly asked whether Haighโ€™s redirection even voids the journey on which we follow Adam out of his self-imposed isolation. Nevertheless, the cathartic impact of the four principal performances is undeniable. This awards season will misfire if, by the end of it, Claire Foy still doesnโ€™t have an Oscar nomination to her name. Fun fact: her singing along to a cover of โ€œAlways on My Mindโ€ is the second example of a character in a film this year subliminally communicating through Pet Shop Boys.

Rather than strain to see whatโ€™s in the clouds, โ€œAll of Us Strangersโ€ delicately shines through them, promising that the answer becomes less important when we are near the people we love.

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All of Us Strangers (2023) Movie Cast: Andrew Scott, Paul Mescal, Claire Foy, Jamie Bell, and Carter John Grout

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