But what are these people, including Moore, who has a severe lack of presence, what are they allergic to? It's actually an interesting topic, and Todd's attitude is rather ambiguous - no matter what, I'll run away, whether it's reality or not, I'll just be an ostrich. In fact, the people of the United States are indeed famous for their allergies, among which peanut allergy is a must, but let’s talk about it, it’s just allergic to chemicals and dust and smoke, and it’s better than being allergic to politics.
After the treatment started in the second half, the impetus of the story weakened a lot. More outdoor scenes break the sense of suffocation indoors, but for the sense of healing, the space is getting smaller and smaller. It's true that a large portion of the American Empire believes in meditation therapy, but this nuanced depiction of religious healing seems to take the film's theme a little off.
It should have been a more allegorical work, because the theme is very special, but Todd incorporated a lot of images of emptiness in it, which somewhat weakened the excavation of the theme. What remained in the end was Moore's increasingly haggard face, and saying to himself over and over again:
I love you. I
didn't expect it to win the SIFF American Independent Film Award.
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