The Other Me

The way I see this movie is quite straightforward - it makes you think. It pushes you to delve deep down your soul and find answers to something you see but can not perceive easily. The manner of direction is splendid - it's warm and cozy, with a touch of dreamy effect that makes you all enchanted until you see the final cut of the scene. It's lucid that people are tired nowadays. Most of them don't enjoy witnessing something that remains oblivious. They'd rather sit down with a sandwich and watch kitsch, or a crime story or a fervent romance that usually doesn't occur in life. What does transpire is the verity that we are born with a man and a woman living inside us. They navigate our life, they switch the driver's seat as required - they go hand in hand. It's just some people refuse to see it, some deny it. Some even don't realize it. But I believe that's one of the most important ideas of the film - to signify (in an artsy way) that the moment we acknowledge the aforementioned, the moment we accept it, only then we become complete.

This dreamy-like movie isn't perfect, but life isn't either. I love the non-linear approach of the theme, how it drives you beyond senses we usually perceive to the highs of truth and oneness.

The movie gets there. We are limited by what we see. We need to feel, to suffer, to elevate.

Carefully written stories like this broaden our perspectives to respect each other more. To allow ourselves to be who we are. To allow ourselves to get there.

By releasing the traumas and burdens of any kind, we become lighter. We are ready to see ourselves. To see the other side.

Frankly, I hated it.

I kept watching to see if somehow the dots would connect. I rewound trying to force them to connect; collected clues that led nowhere.

Unfortunately, the dots didn't connect to anything at all; the balloon dream was a moment of interesting visual but just another dead end. Not a single character redeemed the film. At best they were all unlikable; even the doctor who delivered the diagnosis.

It felt as though I was trapped in a modern art museum with a bunch of people looking at a blue square and pontificating a meaning. There was none to be found...just sad, random dots and an hour and forty minutes that I can't get back. My advise, skip this movie. Anything you spend the time doing will be an improvement.

Probably for the wrong reasons...like the comment made by the supposed sound engineer of this movie in this comments section. But they're right...it DID sound good. Another reason their comment is interesting is that i can believe a lot of what was said in their commentary...like that the director/writer of the film wasn't really interested in making a movie...but just wanted to be seen(haha) as a film maker...because it was a movie with some ideas, none of them fleshed out in any satisfactory way to me...like a child's drawing. Stick figures. What i DON'T believe is the amount of money this person, the supposed sound engineer, says they're owed...20 million? PLEASE! That's how much SOME A list actors make.

The OTHER things i don't believe are the 10 ratings. I would bet 20 million that they're associated with the movie, or people who MADE the movie, in some way. Their comments are lies. EACH of them were first time reviewers.

It was BAREly interesting enough to make me watch it till the end... i guess i did in hopes that SOMEthing would be enlightening. Didn't happen for me...some parts connected, but it's nowhere as profound as it pretends to be.

In 2022, the year of the worst films ever made in Hollywood history, any film that is not a cartoon, crappy horror, superhero, or a Disney film, automatically gets at least a four star rating or higher (unless it is an utter piece of garbage). This film, The Other Me, is a case of the third eye, or the eye of the mind as some would explain it. I am not a big fan of psychodramas, but this one is almost passable because the plot is not 100% predictable, like well over 90% of the films of 2022. Our protagonist is a person gifted (cursed?) with the ability to read minds and motives of people instead of just seeing them. This comes in handy for Texas Holdem. He should have played a few weeks in Vegas and made a few mil.