🎄Ian Curran🎄’s review published on Letterboxd:
”I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest…” —The Bell Jar
Behind all the inventive chaos this movie inflicts upon audiences, only two universes truly mattered. One was of a mother trying to reconcile the lives unlived. The other was of a daughter, lost in the endless possibilities of a future yet to be realised. And when those multiversal streams crossed, the only rational response—according to the Daniels at least—was absurdity.
Learning that nothing is at the centre of everything, terrifying as it may be, provides us countless ways of being in the world. We can chose conflict. We can chose violence. We can even chose the despair and loneliness of nihilism. That’s what nihilists never understand about nihilism: it’s a choice, not an inevitability.
What Everything Everywhere All at Once appears to be arguing is: in a world where you can be anything, why not be kind? It’s as valid a life path as conflict, regret, or even nihilism.