I’m glad I watched this, though I have to admit I admired how it was put together more than I actively enjoyed it. The fragmented structure, moving through 32 vignettes, feels like the perfect way to explore a mind as unusual and restless as Gould’s. It’s less a straightforward biopic and more an impressionistic portrait—something that rewards your attention if you lean into its rhythm.
Full disclosure: I did nod off the first time I put it on (in fairness, I was exhausted and my bed is dangerously comfortable). No shade to the movie—it’s just not the kind of film that pulls you along with big dramatic beats. Instead, it’s a fascinating, often beautiful piece of work that lingers more in the head than the heart.
I’m glad I watched this, though I have to admit I admired how it was put together more than I actively enjoyed it. The fragmented structure, moving through 32 vignettes, feels like the perfect way to explore a mind as unusual and restless as Gould’s. It’s less a straightforward biopic and more an impressionistic portrait—something that rewards your attention if you lean into its rhythm.
Full disclosure: I did nod off the first time I put it on (in fairness, I was exhausted and my bed is dangerously comfortable). No shade to the movie—it’s just not the kind of film that pulls you along with big dramatic beats. Instead, it’s a fascinating, often beautiful piece of work that lingers more in the head than the heart.