I can’t stop thinking about Anomalisa. It isn’t the best or even the most entertaining film I’ve seen this year, but it’s stuck with me. Every fourth or fifth day since seeing it, when I’ve forgotten to busy my mind, allowing reflection and existential dread to set in, I think about it and another crisis of self and Other presents itself, and strikes a chord. Returning to Anomalisa in this piecemeal way – via the abstraction of my find out more...

A shop clerk fixates on a TV news reader while constructing a machine to masturbate himself, the newsreader has her own sexual fantasy involving a large carp, another woman makes dough balls, which she grotesquely ingests before bed, need we go on? A strange and cerebral outing for those that really should get out more, did we say out, perhaps stay in would be a better idea. This said there is plenty of material here to discuss with friends and psychiatrists. Oh, did I mention the voodoo-chicken find out more...

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