Her

Again, Phoenix’s expression acting is masterful. Here’s a potent realization of not simply the flowers and horrors of love, longing and loneliness, but the realest sense of inadequacy. The dominative spirit in regards to ones need for love is cemented for the sake of emotional convenience. Unlike a Poor Things or a Ruby Sparks or hundreds of other films of men doing their best to mold and capture another, I’m able to truly empathize with the ugliness in Phoenix’s role. This movie is at the point that the essence of its plot relating to artificial intelligence is forgotten, and in its place is a near perfect love story.