jackkyser’s review published on Letterboxd:
It’s amazing how one can remember spatial geography in a film. I had such a strong sense memory of the scene in which Gosling uncovers the wooden horse in the orphanage - I could recall the exact location of the furnace almost too well. It was as if the memory had been... implanted. Yes, this film is about that very thing - the precise nature of our memories, and the certainty that we've lived and experienced things. But have we? Did I actually watch this movie at the Alamo Drafthouse Brooklyn four years ago?
In any case, the excellent film that I’ve been carrying in my memory ever since still retains every bit of its power and resonance... just like that wooden horse.